The remaining hour of support group went by extremely slowly, and it was really awkward. Kat or Pickles -as she had wanted to be called- had noticed me and kept staring at me, giving me rude glares and being a total bitch to bd quite honest.
Apparently afew people noticed the tension and started laughing, wondering why the two people obsessed with pickles seemed to strongly dislike each other (even though im not obsessed). Apparently Ashton had noticed too, because he kept giving me questioning Luke.
"Ashton, why dont you tell us why you're here today?" The leader asked him.
"Oh, I'm only here because I forced Luke and he said he'd only come if I came too. I don't have any problems."He said.
"Oh Ashton," Stacey, a girl with an obsession with cotton swabs, spoke up, "We all have problems."
A few people nodded, staring at him. Suddenly, Monica started quivering in her chair. She fell to the ground and gasped "Must...Dye...Eyebrows"
Frankleberry, the leader, walkes over to her, helping her up and guiding her out of the room.
"Does this always happen?" I ask.
Everyone nods and I laugh.
an- hi I'm laughing what even is this? I'll update when this gets
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