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I will post chapter 9 of CA in like a few hours (long story short my printer fell on the delete button) I am re-writing it! It'll be much much better than the first draft!
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1. How my life ended
"Good afternoon, Ms. Adams, how are you?" I looked at the man sitting in front of me. He was holding a notepad all ready to go. He had an almost bald head that had little drops of sweat all around it. He wore a white button-up shirt with brown dress pants and suspenders. Seriously, suspenders?
"Good afternoon," I muttered, annoyed that I was here in the first place.
"Are you ready to get started, Ms. Adams?" I think his name is Paul? I don't know or I don't want to for that matter. "Just begin when your ready..." He egged me on ready to start the story of how my beautiful and awesome life ended when I met Ricky Delarosa.
"It all started when I moved here and started Redwood high." I began, like they do in the movies whenever someone is seeing a therapist.
"It all started as a typical day. You know, everybody staring at you, the teachers are either incredibly nice or incredibly mean. The whole bit. It was only during lunch that the real craziness began." I gripped the edge of the couch I was laying in and took a deep breath to calm myself. "and I saw... him." I hissed out the last word with so much hatred that it wasn't even funny.
"Who is this 'him'" Paul asked.
"Ricky Delarosa." I spat, I wanted to wash my mouth out soap AND steal wool.
"Ah, you may continue,"
"Well we were in the cafeteria and I had brought along some coffee when..." I remembered seeing him walking around there. He was one of the few guys who DIDN'T stare. I took another deep breath, "when... he threw a bowl full of chili at my face..." I took more deep breaths as I remembered the coffee spilling all over my WHITE cotton shirt and my favorite pair of jeans EVER. I looked over and saw that Paul was trying not to laugh. I glared at him and started to rip a hole in the couch.
"Do you have any idea why he did this?" Paul asked, now that he was fully recovered.
"Yeah, even though it's stupid,"
"Hey no bad words here young lady." He warned, cutting me off. What the heck man! The nerve of this guy.
"Well, he threw the chili because he said I had to eat..." I shook my head in utter disgust. Paul wrote something down.
"And how did that make you feel?" I rolled my eyes at that line. I swear, was this guy even a certified therapist?
"It made me feel mad and annoyed. Also I wanted to kick that mother... that guys a... butt." This no cursing thing was going to be a little bit harder than I thought.
"Did you do that?" He asked. I smiled at that question.
"Oh no, I did something much, much worse. I hot wired his car and drove it into a lake." I grinned from ear to ear. "and the best part of it was that I made it look like it was all his fault." I was just a little sad that they towed it out. Oh well the killer yelling he got from his parents made up for that 100%
