Trevon P.O.S.
"Ion got No type, bad bad is the only thing that I like!" Me and Patrice started laughing as I attempted to rap along with the rest of the song.
"How he ain't got a type but he saying he like bad bitches?" I shrugged my shoulders still jamming along to the song. If You're wondering, we are in class but there is a substitute so everybody just doing they own thing. Me, Patrice, Lauren, Lucas and Roy all sitting together in the back just cooling. Yes, me and Lauren broke up, she go with Roy now. She broke up with me because somebody told her I was talking about her behind her back or whatever....but Hey. I ain't care. We still cool though.
"Trevon Haynes?" I looked up at the teacher who was standing at the door and cursed under my breath. Patrice and Lauren laughed at me as I slowly walked over to the guidance counselor. "You Trevon?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Follow me." As we walked down the hallway I saw Lila and I give her my middle finger for snitching on me. All she did was smile and walk off like the little Dike she is. I wish we had a mom and dad so I can tell them what a sin they daughter is wit her stuck up self.
Once we reached the end of the hallway we walked into a room that I've never been in and I wanted it to stay that way. The room wasn't very big. Her desk took up half the space. There was two chairs on one side and a spinning chair on the other side which I assumed was her chair.
"Go ahead and sit." She told me tapping the big rolling chair on the other side of the desk.
"Sit there?" She nodded and we switched sides. I sat in the rolling chair as she sat in one of the regular chairs across from me. I looked around the room a bit more as she asked me simple questions like my grade and how I'm doing in my classes.
"So, your sister; Lila, told me you had a problem."
"Why?" I asked her already aggravated with this conversation.
"Because she cares and she believes that you need help."
"But what if I believe that I DON'T need help? Then what?"
"That's Why we're here." I rolled my eyes and just sat there staring at the naked wall."We aren't going to make any progress if you don't talk to me."
"You should really put some pictures or something on this wall." She sighed and I chuckled to myself. "This is just a waste of your time." I told her shaking my head. She was silent for a while and when I looked at her she had tears in her eyes."Did I hurt your feelings?"
She shook her head No and started snuffling and I handed her the box of tissues next to me. Once she calmed down a little she looked at me and a smile came upon her face.
"Can I talk to you about something? Maybe then you'll feel more comfortable to talk to me." I thought about it for a minute and said Why not? I don't like my next hour which is starting soon anyway.
"I guess." She whipped her face and changed her position in her chair.
"I wasn't always a school counselor. I just became one about four to five years ago and I just got put to this school last month. I use to be addicted to drugs so I had to get myself together and I needed a job so I applied as a counselor and now it's what I do. I did a lot of things in my past that I hate myself for but I had to forgive and forget in order to overcome everything and be the women that I am today." I stayed silent so she could get to her point; the same point almost everybody I talked to is at."What I'm trying to say is, if you admit to What's wrong and overcome it---"
"It can't hold me back anymore Yeah, I already know."
"Well if you know Why haven't you done it yet?" I shrugged my shoulders staring at the naked wall once again. She sighed and got up from her spot walking over to the wooden cabinets nearby my seat. She pulled out a notebook and sat it in front of me."I want you to write in this. I want you to write in this journal about anything you feel like sharing with me. You don't even have to direct it to me."
