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"𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀," Y/n said. Not fully turned from the adults at the side of her who have their eyes on her, and she can feel it.

"𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀," Alana said as she smiled at
Y/n's comment, hoping that would help Will to be more comfortable with the sessions.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲," Jack asked Y/n.

She turned around making eye contact with him and said, "𝗜'𝗺 𝗬/𝗻 𝗬/𝗹. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀."

Before anyone can say anything Alana spoke first turning to Will, "𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁."

"𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲," Will said.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 "𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱" 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿." Jack said as Will chuckled looking down. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀," Jack pointed out.

"𝗪𝗮𝗶𝘁, 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆," Will asked looking at Jack.

"𝗡𝗼! 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲. 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗹'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹?" Jack questioned Will.

Will stayed silent again and Will said, "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲." Making Jack express disbelief and frustration.

"𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲. 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳? 𝗜𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗺, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽," Y/n said leaving everyone quiet including Emma who finally got out her paper and put it on the rest of the pile.

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