Being

Counseling

Josephine's POV

We're waiting on the leather couch for my turn. My mom is supposed to go with this other person while my counselor asks me questions.
"Joe... oh excuse me. Josephine?"
I groaned, and went with the woman. She had huge green eyes, purple leggings, black lacy tank, and black heels. She was tall, probably even without the heels, and she had brown hair that went to her shoulders. We went into a room that was labeled Johnson. Was that her name? I decided I should ask, "what do I call you?"
"You can call me Emma," she said smiling. I nodded my head in agreement.
I sat on the beige couch, and it sunk. Am I really that fat? I thought to myself. There were games on a shelf next to me, and a large whiteboard that has a bunch of red, and green markers beside it. "So, Josephine, how are you today?" she asked me with that same smile on her smug face. "I'm fine," I told her. She doesn't need to know anything important about me. "Okay let's get to the questions. How old were you when you started using drugs?" I looked at her with wide eyes. She stared back. "Isn't that a bit rude?" I asked her. "Oh no, I'm just trying to get to know you. You don't have to tell me if you are feeling to exclusive." She didn't have a very nice attitude. "I was 10."
"Why did you start to use drugs?" she asked bluntly again. "Because I felt like it. Are we done here?" I asked annoyed.
She said, "nope still 162 minutes left of our session." She continued, "but if you are uncomfortable you can leave as you please."
"I'm not uncomfortable," I told her half lying. She giggled. The bitch giggled. I got up and I walked to the door. Then I turned around, flipped her off, and said, "I'm gonna go do my drugs," then walked out.
My mom jumped up when she saw me, "how did it go?" I kept walking and said, "it went." She looked like she was going to cry and ran past me to unlock the car. I felt bad. I was always being rude to her. Always criticizing her, and being a horrible person. Why am I so stupid?