eccentric 》 muke | cashton

four《 michael

Today is the day. First meeting of support group. I'm rather nervous to be honest. I've never been to a support group and I don't even know what it's like. I hope it's not going to be a drag. Like a room full of depressed people, talking about their problems.

We pull up to the high school where the support group will meet at. My grandmother looks over at me and smiles, "We're here..."

I know, I can see. But I smile back at her. Ever since my mum died, she came to live with me and my dad and has taken care of us since. That is, before he went to jail.

I open the door and climb out, waving a quick goodbye before walking towards the school. It was a lot nicer than mine. I look around the large building for anyone since there's no signs to where this meeting will be head out. Thankfully I spot a figure near the back. So I walk up to a lady standing there. She looks like a janitor with her mop and jumper.

"Hi..." I speak up, getting her attention, "Do you know where the support group-"

"The music room." She quickly answers, walking away.

I don't even know where the damn music room is, cunt, but thanks. A few moment later, some guy with brown hair and few blonde streaks was pushed inside by another guy, a bit taller than him. They both have dark eyes and plump lips, the shorter guy wearing a tanktop and black skinny jeans and the other one wearing a black and white stripped shirt.

Maybe I should've dressed up a bit more... the red Nike sweatpants and sweatshirt combo is getting a bit old. But I don't want anyone to see how fucking skinny I am.

"Are you here for the support group thingy?" The tall guy asks.

I nod in response.

"Good." He said, patting shorty's shoulders, "Take him."

I stare at the guy. He looks annoyed and not at all interested. I can relate. The tall guy quickly walks outside and leaves us standing alone. It's super awkward until he finally speaks up.

"So where's the thing being held at?" He mumbled.

"The music room." I answer.

"Where's that?" He asks.

"That's my question." I state.

He groans and pulls out his phone while I turned to look for the music room. We walk around a little bit before seeing a large, poorly written, sign that read Support Group.

I open the door, the guy closely behind me. Looking inside the room, I see a group of chairs settled in a semi-circle around a lady with curly blonde hair and freckles.

"Hello!" She greets in a sweet old lady voice.

Not that she was old... about 40.

I smile at her and take an empty seat, next to a guy with curly honey coloured hair, looking down uncomfortably. Same, dude. Same. There was an empty seat next to me and that's where Blonde Streak sat.

The woman looks at us and stands up, "If that's everyone we can get started."

She pulls out a sheet of paper and sits back down in her seat, "Okay, we're going to go around the room and everyone will introduce themselves and tell us why you're here. You can say a little about your problem like explain what it is but let's not take too much time."

We all nod and she looks to a guy at the end of the semi-circle with blonde hair and a lip piercing. He had dark circles around his eyes and he looks as if he was about to cry. But at the same time he didn't. Hard to explain. He stands up, slowly, supporting himself with his chair.