*tokyo's perspective*
That day was the day. I was going to get tested and prove I have adhd and add. I just wish I was in a better mood for that. Dad and I had a tough conversation in the car and we were kinda upset at each other making the elevator ride really awkward. finally. The doors are opened. The hallway in front of me had a weird shade of green carpet and a bunch of dark wooden doors to monotonous office suites. At the end of the hallway was the door I needed. I slowly and clumsily maneuvered myself through the hallway, tripping over my own feet like I always do. Dad slowly opened the door to the testing suite and I step in haphazardly. The waiting room was monotone and boring just like every other waiting room I've seen.
After a couple minutes of waiting a pair of women stepped into my immediate vicinity. One was younger, about 20 I'd say. The other was in her late 40s or early 50s. The younger one took me back into her office. We did a couple memory and math tests plus a bit of spelling. Then we decided to have lunch and we talked. I told her that I had voices in my head and one was suicidal. We finish the test and she says that we should talk with the other lady. They decide to tell my dad and that didn't go over well. By that night I was in the hospital.
