SENT: May 27th, 2015, at 7:50 AM
Hey, can you come to school?
RECEIVED: May 27th, 2015, at 7:52 AM
The phone vibrated across the wooden drawer, almost falling to its doom. I grabbed it quickly and saw it was a text from her. Confused, I replied to her as fast as I could.
SENT: May 27th, 2015 at 7:53 AM
What's wrong? You know that school doesn't start until 9:45 today, right?
RECEIVED: May 27th, 2015 at 7:54 AM
SENT: May 27th, 2015 at 7:54 AM
Yeah, but I just needed to get away from them.
RECEIVED: May 27th, 2015 at 7:54 AM
Oh, that explains it.
SENT: May 27th, 2015 at 7:55 AM
I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
RECEIVED: May 27th, 2015 at 7:56 AM
When I saw her, I pulled her in for a hug. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just needed to get out." She gave a weak smile, covered in tiny white lies.
"Well, I'm glad you're okay. We have two hours to kill. Want to go to the pet store?"
YOU ARE READING
therapy
Short Story"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
