The group of weirdos in the class I took to "supposedly" help my anger consisted of 8 people, you should have seen the surprised look on my face when I saw the blood red haired girl walking in to the same class and sitting down in one of the empty chairs that was positioned straight to my face.
I know I should have apologized for the way I behaved at school towards her but I'm too prideful to do such a thing. Besides, the girl takes this counseling sessions, I'm pretty sure she's as crazy as me.
What baffles me is how she greeted me like we're good friends, I don't even know her name for fucks sake. The way she addresses me is almost too professionally "Kyle Preston" or "Mr. Preston" how can a girl be this weird I wonder?
Throughout the session, the Christian dude running the counselling tried to get me to talk over and over again. I was beyond aggravated, everytime I tried to get up wanting to knock off the dude by his jaw, red head averted his attention from me to herself, on top of it, she would not stop staring at my face.
We would be making direct eye contact with each other, neither one of us breaking our gaze, I stared back at her to see if she would blush and turn away, but no! The crazy chick just bore her big blue eyes at my face with a poker face. I decided it was time I had a little talk with this bizarre woman.
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The diary of Kyle Preston
Short StoryA troubled teen with Anger management issues decides to write down his thoughts and feelings about the people around him to control his anger.
