Until You're Cured

Twelve Days

A/N: Hey, happy Tuesday everybody! That is all. Enjoy.

Emmi

Twelve Days

TGIF. Kevin has a class on Friday afternoons so Scott and I plan to go talk to Avi after school. But before that, I have to sit through six classes that I honestly don't give a damn about anymore. I've already taken my tests that qualify me to be Cured and paired. And I've already been assigned which college I'll go to. I don't need to try anymore. Well, I do, but not really.

I have to try or they could, technically, move me to a different college and then I won't get to be a psychologist like I want to be. But, they rarely do that because it would be extra work to re-assign me.

This I pretty much my thoughts on my various classes:

First hour AP Lit- why I damned myself to this class, I have no idea. This class truly is torture and I know it will get worse by the time first semester is over.

Second hour psych- this is probably my favorite class of all time. I love it. It's so interesting.

Third hour biology- I don't know what they're talking about and I really don't care. I have Scott in this class and he's good at this stuff.

Fourth hour Trigonometry- Which ever demon invented this deserves to burn forever in the pits of hell.

LUNCH!

Fifth hour history- this class is now the bane of my existence, as far as school is concerned.

Sixth hour computer skills- I love that I've been talking this class for six years and still haven't learned anything.

School finally lets out.  A familiar feeling sweeps over me as Scott and I stride up the long sidewalk to Avi's front door. The bell chimes in its tinkley way. Avi opens the door and, upon seeing it's us, asks, "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, I just needed to talk to you about someone. It's something that only you can help us understand. Can we come in?"

"Alright, fine. Head up to my room, I'll be there in a minute. I have to finish washing the dishes." Avi allows.

We trop up the stairs past Esther's open door. Her room is immaculate. Not a thing out of place and the walls very pale purple. Avi's room is strewn with clothes. His flannel blanket is wadded up at the end of his bed, untucked. A pillow has fallen on the floor. The walls are exactly the same shade of green as his eyes.

After about five minutes, Avi comes up. "So, what did you guys need to talk to me about?" he asks after closing the door.

"This is about Kirstin," Scott states.

Avi stiffens. "What about her?"

"She said you knew each other," Scott continues.