The next morning was somewhat awkward for me. Dad didn't speak anything of what had happened. Not like I wanted him to, but I was afraid that he already said something to mom about it.
I hurried to get ready for school to try to avoid any talk about it. I still got a ride to school from dad. Awkward silence the whole way. I sometimes hate the silence....
After a long boring day at Deckerville High School, I walked home by myself. Sometimes I hate walking alone.
Sometimes it's nice, but not today. I keep thinking about what had happened last night. I wish I never had to do that again.
Why can't I just have normal thoughts?
Oh, how I wish. I'm just hoping that one day all this pain will be worth it...
Sorry for the weird.... Short two part chapter thing. I think there is going to be a couple more chapters (3 or 4) and after that it's going to explain a little of why I had to go to the counselors. Then i'm gonna explain why I think I'm that way. When I say explain I mean tell in a story way.
Sorry for my babbling...
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Marie
Non-FictionA teenager that has to go to a counselor. As you read you figure out more and more about why she has to go. Why doesn't she like her counselor? What could be so bad in her life that she has to go? Her horrible thoughts explain it all... ~based on a...
