"We'll go around clockwise and when it is your turn stand up, say your name, age, and how you're feeling."
: My name is Effie Dale I am fifteen and incredibly pissed.
: Hi guys, though you all already know who I am and I know who you guys are; I will go along with this crap-therapist just for the hell of it. My name is Dakota La'r I am seventeen and I am frightened beyond belief; which is complete bullshit because I cannot recall the last time I was afraid of anything.
"Next time please retain from using curse words, Mr. La'r." Dakota shrugged his shoulders irritably--curse words were raging inside of him, she was lucky he didn't call her a cunt, because boy was he thinking it.
L'Cee stood up, holding her hands tightly behind her back.: I was born with the name Luna Cee La'r, but go by the nickname L'Cee I am fifteen years old--
She paused for a moment trying her best to stop her shaking legs.
: --and I honestly just feel really sick right now and I just--I just want to go to my room.
: My name is Donnie Caster, I am seventeen and I feel hopeful.
He smiled at everyone and then sat back down.
The stun of silence was hard to miss. How could he be hopeful?
A/N: Now it wouldn't be a short story of mine if there was no confusion, but don't worry in time I'm hopeful you will comprehend .
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Stained Wallpaper
Short StoryIn between four walls covered with stained wallpaper; five teens found their freedom. [ Excuse my ugly cover, it is temporary until I find one I like. ]