Once I got home I was bombarded with questions on how my day was. Being ignorant and not want up to talk I took out my sketchbook and wrote "I had a great day at school". I was given blank stares but they quickly dismissed it as I was heading upstairs. "Oh honey don't get to comfy we have to go to your new therapist. I stopped in my tracks quick. "Go where." I said through gritted teeth. The only good thing about this unwanted move was that I did NOT have to see a therapist, or so I thought. I figured that they could uproot me from my childhood home. Change schools in the middle of the semester and continuously bring up my cancer like I WANT to talk about it but surely. Surely there not going to make me go to therapy knowing that I'm already on the verge and u hate therapy. They couldn't be serious.

Oh they where serious. If they really loved her then they would let her stay home and go to sleep and eat Taco Bell. Seeing as how that's my favorite thing to do know. But no. They send me to * sigh* therapy. I need gin. Then MAYBE I'll feel better. Miss Reeves. I give out a giant huff and pry my eyes away from my sketchbook and to my new therapist. He is a male who looks to be in the late thirties. I would tell you his name but through my anger I blocked out the whole conversation.

"So I know you started your first day today. How was it." I turn to him and put on my popular fake b*tch look. You know like the one in my stereotypes picture. Fake smiles. "It was awesome I couldn't have had a better day at home." If he didn't hint the sarcasm than this man was hands down an idiot. I went back to laying on the couch. I want to go home. I should disappear. No that's actually a good idea. I go to the bathroom and then I could disappear into the real world. I'll call it an adventure. "Are you listening miss reeves". I snap out of my mental planning to see a pretty pissed of guy. I guess I've been zoning out on him all day. And now I'm going to ditch him.

"What did you say". He took a heavy sigh and continue to speak. "I asked how your day was". I gave him a confused look. "And I answered". He chuckled lightly. He's being sarcastic with me. I'm the only sarcastic one. "A real answer not a lie". He spoke in between smirks. You know the smirks you hear about on Wattpad about playboys who give you super annoying stared that make you buckle. His smirk was like that but I was not buckling. "That was a real answer". I said not backing down from his obvious sarcastic challenge. I guess I'm not ditching him after all. He set aside his clipboard and uncrossed his legs. Not in that way. Perve.

Male Therapist: Well why do I have the distinct feeling that your lying to me.

Me: I don't know are you paranoid.

Male Therapist: no I'm not I just have a feeling that's all

Me: you can't "just have a feeling" if you just met me.

Male Therapist: oh really and why is that.

He's pissing me off. Every time I make a comeback he crushes it with his own. He is totally challenging me. Did I just say totally. Forget I said that. I put my sketchbook in my bag and stood up. "Where are you going". The cocky bastard said. TO THE BATHROOM. I yelled. I didn't even bother hiding my escape I just left. I don't know why he pissed me off so much. I haven't been this pissed off since, well, earlier today. Wait. I don't have a key to the house and my parents where supposed to pick me up in an hour. That means they won't call and ask where I am for another hour and a half. Crud. What am I supposed to do for that long. Before I could mentally contemplate going back I got a phone call.

Me: Hello
Weirdo: Hey it's me Dillan.
Me: how did you get my number
Dillan: I got it while you were filling out the questions.
Me: what is it.
Dillan: I figured we could hang out
Me: your still stuck on this.
Dillan: hey it will be fun plus I doubt you have anything to do since your new here.

I looked back at the office I just left and sighed heavily. Fine.

HEY GUYS XD. HOW WAS THE CHAPTER. THERE WAS A LOT OF SIGHING. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF IT.

STEPHANIE XD