“Mr. Styles, can we have Elizabeth Canviar in the guidance office?”
“Sure.”
The secretary over the speaker hung up with a click.
“Ellie, you’re excused.”
I began packing my stuff. Nobody even bothered looking at me. I get called to the guidance so often that they’re used to it. Mr. Styles doesn’t even bother writing me a pass. I don’t understand why I get called down so often though. Mrs. Vedenie always says she was just checking on my grades like everyone else, but it seems like I’m the only one that ever gets called down.
I walked down the quiet hallway. There was a girl at her locker. As I walked passed her, I noticed she gave me a dirty look. I ignored it since I was used to it. I entered the guidance office and the secretaries didn’t even look up to know it was me. I went directly to Mrs. Vedenie’s room and took the seat across from her.
“Hello again Elizabeth.”
The only person that still calls me Elizabeth was Mrs. Vedenie and my mother when she was mad. I hated my father for naming me Elizabeth. I preferred being called Ellie.
“Hi Mrs. Vedenie.”
“So today, we’re going to talk about something besides grades.”
I immediately felt uncomfortable when she said that. I knew this day was going to come. I adjusted my many bracelets on both my arms. She glanced towards my wrists. I shifted around in my seat uneasily.
“First, I want to confess that the reason why I’m always calling you down isn’t because of grade. You’re doing fine in class. You’re getting A’s and B’s.”
I nodded for her to continue.
“Second, I’m pretty sure you know why I called you down.”
I stared blankly at my clammy hands which were lying limply in my lap.
“The first time I noticed a problem was during the fall. During September, I saw that you wore a few bracelets, but that didn’t seem to mean anything at first. As soon as the weather got a little chilly, you were immediately wearing long sleeves, even though most people still wore short sleeves. It’s only April, and the weather is a lot warmer than expected. You were really reluctant to stop wearing long sleeves, but couldn’t take the heat anymore, right?”
I nodded slowly with my head hanging low, avoiding eye contact.
“That’s when I saw you had over ten bracelets on. I knew something had to be wrong, so I called you down every so often. I was mainly checking on you. You were adding more and more bracelets and now they’re nearly at your elbows. I started to become really worried. That’s when I had an idea. The thing is, you’re not the only one who’s going through problems. There are many other kids at this school who are like you.”
“What’s your idea?” I asked. I didn’t even bother trying to deny the scars on my wrists, because she already knew without even seeing them.
“I’ve decided to create a club. I was going to name it, The Therapy Group.”
I grimaced at the word ‘therapy’. It made me feel like I was a freak that needed help to “fix” me.
“I know, the name doesn’t sound very appealing, but that’s the first thing that came to mind. The name of the club is pretty self explanatory. I have totaled a dozen kids, including you, in the same grade as you in this club. I’m hoping that you can all get along while helping each other. So, what do you think? Would you like to join the club?”
She was trying to look at my eyes which were staring at the ground, deep in thought.
“If you would like, I can give you some time to think about it. All the other people I asked were hesitant at first, but agreed to it. I’m not going to force you into the club, but I was hoping you’d join because I think it could really help you.”
“Okay, I’ll join.”
“Really?”
I nodded my head in confirmation.
“That’s great. All right, so the club is during school hours. Fortunately, many of you have similar class schedules, so I can take you guys out of your study hall period.”
“All right, thank you Mrs. Vedenie.”
“The club will begin to take place tomorrow. Come to room 124 during your study hall period.”
I thanked her one more time before heading back to class.
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The Therapy Group
Fanfiction"Okay, I'll join." Three simple words that changed Ellie Canviar's life. Ellie Canviar lived a difficult life. Her father left her mom and her before she was even born. She came home to an alcoholic abusive, bipolar mom everyday, and was barely su...
