(Y/n) is 19 yrs old in high-school, that doesn't bother her one bit.
She's a rebel she doesn't give two fucks about anything!
She has her own house she has a lot going on outside of school.
But one day while on the way to class she decides to insult...
Today I was finally getting the hell out of this hospital two days too many for me! I got up feeling great. A danced around my room for a bit till my nurse came in.
"Well, aren't you happy?" She joked.
"Very," I say.
" well good to hear but right after you get out of here you have to visit a therapist."
All excitement left,"a therapist?"
"Yes, you're obviously depressed and need someone to talk to about your issues."
"Um ok, I guess as long as I'm getting the hell out of here!" I put on my clothes and then my dad picks me up and takes me to the therapist.
I lay down on the couch.
"So (y/n) tell me about your childhood."
Oh god.
I take a deep annoyed sigh." well I had a very lovely childhood up until I was 10." I said.
"Mhm." She scribbles that down in her journal." so what happened when you were 10?"
"Well when I was 10 my mother got into a very fatal car accident she lived long enough to make it to the hospital and tell me goodbye sadly when she died I was in her arms not too long after that my dad put e up for adoption."
" I understand that must have been really hard on you." The way she said it just sounded soo fake." soo what happened afterwards?"
"Well, I went into many different foster homes none of them were good some were abusive or just not parent material."
Soon she went on asking questions faking pity and that's when I just snapped.
"Ok look." I sat up in the chair."I understand you're trying to help me but pretending to know me and understand what I'm dealing with is just a waste of my damn time I have valentines songagrams to do, a competition to practice for, and a YouTube channel to maintain. Whenever in your life did you get thrown in a closet with no lights and food for up to three days for missing a spot on the floor? Or got beaten because you didn't bring your foster father the right beer?"
"Never but-"
"Yes, never so don't pretend you feel my pain like you understand what I'm going through you don't know me." I get up and leave I walk home Soon my dad calls me.
"What the hell is wrong with you walking out of the therapist office like that?!"
"That was me being tired of fake people." I hang up the phone and go to my house pick up my books and went to school.
By the time I got there we were in 3rd period.
I went to every class to pick up my work then went to fourth period. I was late.
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