Day 1, Tuesday 13th of February
The walls across from where I sit is a grayish green colour. On it there hangs a picture frame with a photo of an empty green field. In the corner of the room sits a sad plant that looks like it hasn't been watered in weeks, just left there and forgotten. Beside the pathetic plant is a small worn out table with a pile of old magazines from last summer. Other than the couch I'm sitting on there is one armchair that doesn't match the room, it is faded orange in colour. The room has two doors on either side, on the left is the door I came in and the right a door that I'm waiting to open.
The room as a whole is quite sad. The colours are all dull and nothing has any life in it, especially the plant, which is almost dead. Dust coats the top of every surface and the water stain on the white ceiling gives the impression that no one really cares about this room, it is average, boring and in need of maintenance.
I sit there for a while longer, not sure exactly the length of time because the clock above the door has stopped. I start to think I've been forgotten about before the door to my right opens.
“Come in” a lady with blond hair motions for me to enter the room. This room isn't much better than the last, a bit cleaner and the plant in the corner was in better condition but it still had a bland colour scheme and minimal furniture.
I sat down on the big beige couch and made myself comfortable while the tall blond lady made her way to the matching armchair across from me.
“Alright Chris is it?” I nod my head. “What would you like to talk about first?” The lady asked.
"Dunno” I grunted in reply, I didn't want to be here to be honest, I didn't feel the need.
“Why don't you tell me about your family then?” She prompted.
“I live with my parents and sister”
“You you get on with them?”
I looked up past the ladies head “Yeah i guess, nothin' unusual.”
“Just tell me about them”
“Alright. Kells is twenty one, she's a student and she's saving up to live with her girlfriend in London. My Mam's named Ella, shes cool enough, she works in a bookshop so she always brings books for me home and she likes to cook. My Dad Harry is a lecturer of business and he likes gardening.”
Day 2, Tuesday 20th of February.
"You mentioned that you attended Saint Andrews School." Jenny, the tall blonde lady, asked while flicking through pages from our last meeting. "Is that correct?"
"Yeah"
"Do you like it there?"
I breathe out heavily. "It's alright. It's not any worse than any other school"
"Do you not like school?" She enquires.
"God no, not at all"
"What about it do you dislike?"
"All of it?" I say quizzically. "I don't mind the work really, it's more the people and how they teach their subjects that I don't like"
"What are your teachers like?"
"They're ok. Most of them just teach but some like to annoy the students, one teacher forces the students to call him sir or master when talking to him, as if calling them by their second names wasn't enough, sign of respect my ass it's just them making sure we know they are in charge"
"What makes you say that?"
"Well if it was a sign of respect we should be called by our last name too but we aren't because it's not for that"
