Feel (Kellic)

Chapter 4

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been pretty busy with school and all that jazz. I want to update sooner this time, but we'll see if school throws more homework at me.

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Chapter 4

Frankie is bouncing up and down on his heels, grinning at me like a mad man. I almost slam the door shut, but I decide against it.

"It's Saturdayyyyy!" He sing songs. Sometimes I really do think they slip something into his coffee, because he's always so cheery. I still wonder how in hell someone like him can get into somewhere like this. I'd think it's impossible, but proof that it's possible is standing right in front of me.

"What does that have to do with me?" I lean against the door frame, because I'll probably be standing here for a while. Frankie loves talking.

Frankie sighs dramatically. "Weeeell, I never see you leaving this place. You'll leave every once in a while with Ms. Snowdon tagging along, but you never go out. Like, ever."

"So?" I don't like 'going out' unless I have a legitimate reason. Sure, I want to get out of this hell hole, and I could have, but I didn't. And if I'm not visiting Hayley's grave, then there's no point in even moving from my room.

"Get changed." Frankie orders, pointing into my room. He has a stern expression on his face, even though he's still radiating with a lively energy. Annoyed, I go into my room to get changed. Anything to get him off my back.

I come back out, hoping that Frankie left, but he's still there, waiting as patiently as any kid with as much energy as him can wait.

"I have an appointment with Dr. Nicholls soon, you do understand that." I tell him as he leads me down the hallway.

Frankie rolls his eyes. "Not like you care. I don't think he does either. So just go with it."

I sigh. I might as well. What's the point in making a fuss over it anyways? I don't like going for therapy. I hate it actually. Talking about feelings isn't my thing. Really, there isn't much to talk about anyways. I just wish I had  ignored the offer and locked myself in my room like I wanted to as I follow the ever energetic Frankie down the hall and into one of the teacher's classrooms. 

Mr. Davis is flipping through a book, looking very casual and laid back. I wonder how these teachers do that. It must be so stressful working a job such as this one, and everyday they lay back in their rolling chairs and read a book. I wonder if any of them secretly hate this place. I'm quite sure they all do, but I guess it's in their job description to keep up the act.

Davis looks up from his novel and sets it down, smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Iero." Frankie frowns a little. I don't think he likes the formality, which is odd, because this is a teacher. But then again, Frankie is one big ball of odd.

"Goooood morning, Jeremy!" Frankie resumes his cheerful attitude. Mr. Davis doesn't seem to mind that Frankie is calling him by his first name. Frankie must do that often, which isn't much of a surprise. I guess you can say that we pick regulars. The students get used to a teacher tagging along, so that's the person they usually go to. I have Ms. Snowdon and Frankie obviously has Mr. Davis.

Finally, it seems that Davis has acknowledged my quiet presence, because he says, "Well hello, Mr. Quinn. This is the first time I've seen you with Mr. Iero."

"Can't you just call me Frank?" Frankie whines. Mr. Davis ignores him though and goes back to me.

"Aren't you usually with Ms. Snowdon?" 

I shrug, "Usually." Davis just nods, not pushing any further on the topic. I'm grateful for that, because I don't feel like talking that much today.