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"My name is Victoria Mansell. I am 17 years old, I live with my parents, and I suffer from severe anxiety." I said, staring at the wall in front of me.
"Very good, Victoria!" Cheered Mrs. Della. She was my counsellor and my teacher. Although, she wasnt very patient like normal counsellors, especially when it came to me.
I turned my head twords her, trying to avoid eye contact. I stared at her flowery blouse. It was an off white with small red and pink roses. Extremely old fashioned but thats to be expected from someone who's 62 years old.
"Now stand and repeat."
~Later~
"Finally home." I mumbled, opening the door of my father's car and stepping out onto the rain soaked driveway. Seattle was a great place but it was so depressing with the constant gray skys and rain as far as the eye can see. "Hurry inside now. Your brother made dinner for us and if we're lucky it will still be warm." He smiles gently at me and I gave him a small smirk in return.
I gripped the sleeve of my sweater as I walked up the porch steps and entered the brightly colored yet dreary home. The smell of steamed vegetables and butter filled the air. "Such a nice smell.." I hummed. In the dinning room all of the plates and other accessories had already been set up. Mashed potatoes and buttery steamed carrots and broccoli sat in boals next to eachother in the middle of the table with salt and pepper in between.
A small tray with two big pork chops sat on the end closest to my brothers and fathers seats. There were only two because as they both knew, I was absolutely revolted by the taste of any meat. As I stood staring at the glorious sight and admiring the smell I heard dishes clink to the side of me. I jump and looked at the sink in fear of what might be there. "A monster? An intruder? A psychopath?!" I thought.
My heart and mind racing with dread. But when I saw who was there I let out a long breath. It was my brother Chris. He looked over at me and raised his brow. "Sorry, did I startle you?" He asked.
"I-Its fine.." I mumbled. Taking a seat at the table and quickly scooping up a small portion of potatoes and veggies. It was an awkward dinner, as usual. Dad and Chris talked about things only boys understand and I slowly nibbled at my tiny meal. "No wonder I'm so skinny.." I thought, picking at my plate. I stood up and rinsed my dishes in the sink and quickly headed upstairs to bed.
