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Peyton Ellis Yes, I'm going to therapy. Who cares? Mood = Annoyed 😤
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It was not a good day. It was the three year anniversary of getting taken out of the hell that he grew up in.
It took Damian mentioning it that made Peyton want to scream to start his day, because Peyton now knew why roosters screamed to start their day.
So, the day was going to be sluggish. He just wanted to crawl back into bed and go to sleep. Beck and Jade noticed the mood that he was in and avoided asking questions.
At lunch, at least things seemed to be just fine, sort of, until Cat came over and set some machine down in the middle of the table.
And Peyton looked at the machine and went back to eating the sandwich his dad packed for him. He just wanted this day to be over with.
Sure it was a day to celebrate being taken out of the hell he and Damian were in, but for whatever reason he couldn't explain, he sank into a depression. His therapist suggested that it was because he was taken out of the only life he ever knew and placed into a wholly different life. Peyton doubted that.
Cat, confused by the lack of reactions, asked, "Don't you guys want to know what that is?"
Jade asked, "Is it a transporter from the future that can beam you to another table, 'cause if it is, what button do I press?"
