[REWRITING] A Group Effort

Logic

Logan walked into his house, which was silent. His parents were most likely at work.

Part of him was relieved.

That was bad.

He shouldn't be relieved.

The first thing his did was go to the bathroom to see how much damage the boys from earlier had done.

Around his right eye was a strange blackish purple, and the area was also swelling pretty badly.

He righted his glasses, which were crooked from before. He took off his tie, for it was way too tight, as always. When he was in his own room, he threw it onto his dresser.

He could hear voices coming from the living room, signaling that his parents were home.

He rushed to the living room, knowing that they were probably waiting to hear about his day.

Well, mainly if he did his assignments right or not.

Thy didn't actually care about what he felt about school.

"So?" His mother sat on the couch, her dark brown hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, and her piercing blue eyes staring at him expectantly.

"I did all of my assignments correctly, and I answered questions in class. I got all of those correct as well."

"And the black eye?"

Fuck.

"Someone accidentally.. elbowed me in the face while I was walking down the hallway." He was brought up not to lie, but when he did he was exceptionally good at it.

"Hm. Be more careful." She turned on the tv, signaling that he was dismissed. He went back to his room and closed the door behind him. He sighed.

Another day gone. Five more months until I can finally graduate. Then I'm out of here.

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He glanced up from his book to see the boy from yesterday sitting at his table. The boy that was in his ELA class.

Virgil Manson.

The boy who'd left him to be beat up.

He considered moving, but he figured that that would be petty. There was no point. As long as they didn't talk to one another.

"I'm.. I'm sorry about yesterday."

"What?"

"I-I said I'm sorry. That was a shitty thing of me to do, and your eye looks pretty bad." 

Logan stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"It's alright. It doesn't hurt."

Virgil raised his eyebrows. "You sure? It looks like it does."

"Well it doesn't." He ended the conversation, looking back down at his own book. Virgil didn't press him more.

Soon, Virgil got up to leave, and he was alone at the table.

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He took his backpack out of his locker and sling it over his shoulder, prepared to leave when the intercom came on. It was barely audible over the talking of his peers, but he was able to make out what it said.

"Can Logan Barry please come to the principals office? Thank you."

What now?

He was hardly ever called to the principals office, for there was no reason for him to be. He never got in trouble or did anything wrong. So what was this about?

When he reached the office, one of the ladies sitting behind the counter pointed him towards the back.

"He's waiting for you."

Logan nodded and walked in to Mr. Sanders's Office.

He sat at his desk, his hands folded and resting on the table.

"Why am I here?" Logan asked immediately. He wanted answers.

"That's a good question. Why don't you take a seat, and I'll explain it to you."

He sat down in the chair across from him, and he set his backpack down on the floor.

"Your teachers have been expressing some concern for you lately. Is that black eye ok? Is everything good at home?"

This is why he was here? Because his teachers were worried about him?

"Everything at home is great, and you don't need to know where the black eye came from."

Mr. Sanders sighed. "Dr. Picani!" He called. A man walked through the door, wearing a brown sweater over a white collared shirt with a light pink tie. He sat down in the chair next to Logan.

"Logan, this is Dr. Picani, as you are aware, he's the school counselor."

He couldn't believe this.

"Look, I appreciate the offer, but nothing serious is going on. Now I'll be on my way, before my parents think something happened to me." He stood up, ready to leave, but Picani put a hand on his shoulder.

"Can we please just talk to you?" He hesitated at the look on Picani's face.

"Alright. Explain."

"Logan," Mr. Sanders started, "your an amazing student, there's no denying that. But your teachers have noticed that all you seem to work on is your studies, and I know why you have that black eye. We're here to offer you counseling. Dr. Picani made the decision to start a group therapy program at the school, and we were wondering if you would be interested."

Group therapy?

"Who else would be in my group?"

"We only have one other person confirmed for the group so far, but we can't provide that information. You'd have to see at the first meeting."

He considered it. Did he really need therapy?

Realistically, he knew he did need it. It would be a chance to get away from his parents. He also knew that human beings needed to be social, and he had not done a good job of that.

"I'll think about it."

"Ok. We'd like your answer within the next two days."

He nodded and walked out, already knowing his answer.

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Sorry if this book starts out a little slow, it will pick up after a few chapters. And also I apologize for any mistakes in this chapter, I didn't exactly read it over.
~Taythefangirl06