Obsession

Chapter 5

It's so sad that me and my mom think alike, she taking me to the therapist today. I'm pretending to be furious but to be honest I don't really care. As long as I have an excuse to ignore her without any issues...

"Hi, I'm Dr. G Henderson and I will be your daughters therapist for the year. We will have an appointment twice a week for two hours a day."

Omg, that's practically half my life gone to see some nosy little bitch who wants to know every little detail about me. Uh, like, hell no. Bubble is for me only me and no one else there's no doors and the only way in is to pop it.

My mom smiles

"That sounds perfect and don't you even worry,I'll drop her off to every class myself."

Class, pssh more like soul sucking crap session.

"And don't you worry even if we don't talk or I don't show you'll still get paid."

I say mimicking my mom's voice.

My mom mouths the word no to her.

"Okay , I'm gonna take your daughter with me and you can wait here or come back in two hours."

Here goes nothing...

She puts her arm on my shoulder as we enter her office and I begin to fake cough hysterically almost immediately.

"Oh sweetie are you doing okay."

Sweetie.

I look at her in my sweetest smile. "No sorry I'm allergic to bullshit, so please get your extremely unprofessional arm of my shoulder." She looked at me slightly surprised but not that much she quickly removed her arm and smile like she's happy I called her arm shit. "You know, I really think we're going to have a great time together in this year.

As if.

"Okay now that I've done the basics we can get to the interesting part." She had spent the entire first hour testing me and telling me how the program works, she explained she was testing me to see how my mind works and other crap. And as you know she just said that the part where she listens to my issues is the and I quote 'fun part' , like I said soul sucking crap session.

But being me I wasn't gonna make her job to easy.

"Have you had any issues lately." wow right to the point, I see. "Yes I had a pretty traumatic experience just the other day it was horrible." Inside I was laughing so hard but outside tears were brimming in my eyes. "I..I don't even know if I'm ready to talk about it yet." "Oh sweetie please this is an open environment I think that the time is right to to let your feelings pour out." I sniffed to add effect. "Well my family is just so mean sometimes. I feel like I'm adopted, like I'm not part of them."

She looked at me concerned.  I rolled my eyes and looked at her. "Seriously, what am I, like 2. Newsflash Lady, I'm turning 18 soon I do not have any problems for you.

She looked slightly less concerned but now her expression a mix between confusion and frustration.

So instead of letting out another snarky comment I simply did what most people in my situation would do. I said,"So , my name is Dr. Juliet Summers and will be your shrink for today. First we shall begin by sucking every little piece of soul out while sticking my fucking nose in your nonexistent problems. Anything you'd like to add or know."

Now that is how you degrade someone's job and life's work in one single statement.

She gave me a questioning look. As much as I know I'm something good to look at, her incessant stares were getting a lot creepy.

"Oh hey! Look at the time, this really was fun but I unlike you have places to be and new people to meet."

I ran out as quickly as possible, that to say the least was the most excruciatingly awkward moment in my life.

Crap. Crap Crap Crap.

That is the new name I've assigned to school. Why? Because I had an awful day this school has no where near similar to my old school it's as if I was driving on the left in my old school now all of a sudden I'm forced to swerve and start driving on the right. In case you haven't noticed I meant that metaphorically.  You know how everyone hates it when they have to write a test first thing Monday morning. Well imagine you're in a new school, new town and you're told that and I quote. "Don't worry honey this test is only so we know which grade you should be in and whether your old school was up to standard."

Then she smiled at me real big. I'm sorry but am i the only one who finds that slightly evil, I mean you deliver the worst news ever then smile like it's the best thing in the world.

I have no idea why, but there's something about San Diego that gives me the chills. I feel like I've been here before but I feel like something bad happened if I was ever here.

See what I mean this town is turning me into a weirdo.