𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜; lack of light, evil, sadness, or lack of hope.
𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢; the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit.
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Rebe...
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I walk into Mrs. Burble's office and sit on the couch across from her chair.
"Hello Rebecca! How are you feeling today?" Mrs. Burble asked as she sat across from me and took out a notebook. I stayed silent. I didn't really want to talk. I wasn't in the mood to talk, not after what happened today.
"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Burble asked me.
"No! Everything is not alright! I just got freaking kicked of the Vixens!" I yelled at her.
"Rebecca....we are suppose to talk in civil tones in this room. No need for anger or yelling." Mrs. Burble says in a calm voice.
"S-sorry it's just.....never mind." I say to her.
"No tell me. We are suppose to talk. When you got kicked off the cheer team, how did it make you feel?" Mrs. Burble asked me.
"Hurt, betrayed, confused, angry, sad....more angry." I say to her as I look down at my feet.
"All are normal feelings. Why do you think you got kicked off?" Mrs. Burble asked me.
"Because Cheryl hates my guts! I don't know what I did to her! She hated me after the first semester of freshman year! She's hated me ever since....since her brother passed." I say to her. I don't want to tell her the full story.
"I heard about her brother's passing. But her brother died on July 4th after your freshman year. So what made Cheryl snap into maybe her not liking you?" Mrs. Burble asked.
"I-I don't know! Ask her." I say to Mrs. Burble. I didn't come her to relive a horrible incident.
"Rebecca, I want to understand and help. I'm your friend not your enemy." Mrs. Burble says.
"I-I know." I say to her.
"So how's eating going for you?" She asked me.
"Eating is a little better. I've been starting to eat crackers in the morning. Sometimes a banana, and I've been taking a couple of more snacks to school." I say to Mrs. Burble.
"That's great! How have you been feeling? Have you experienced any symptoms since you've been eating more?" Mrs. Burble asked me.
"No...dizzy spells are starting to go away. I don't feel like I'm floating like I used to." I say to her.
"Great. Great that's amazing." Mrs. Burble says to me as she writes stuff down in a notebook.
"Can I ask you something Mrs. B?" I asked her.
"Of course. This is a safe space." She says to me.
"Is it? Only a few of my friends, which none of them are Cheryl Blossom, and my family knows about my...Anorexia. So how did Cheryl know?" I asked Mrs. Burble with anger in my voice.
"I can't really say anything sweetie. It's confidential." Mrs. Burble says to me.
"If it involves me, it's not confidential! So tell me!" I yell at Mrs. Burble.
"Mr. Weatherbee was informed by your step- mother that you were dealing with many serious conditions and they talked on the phone for a while and considered taking you out of cheerleading for a bit." Mrs. Burble says.
"What?! And you didn't say anything and asked me questions, making me look like an idiot?!" I say to her. She knew!
"I only knew bits of it. You can talk to your step-mother about it. No one told Cheryl you had Anorexia. That would be against our policy." Mrs. Burble says to me.
"What policy? She called me a rexy! The one person I didn't want to know! Now she'll use it against me thanks to you!" I say as I get up to walk out of the session.
"We aren't done yet Rebecca." Mrs. Burble says.
"I am!" I yelled as I opened to the door and slammed it behind me.
As I'm storming down the hallway in a heat of anger, I'm not looking where I'm going and I crash into someone's form chest.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I'm pretty sure everyone in the school could hear me.
"Be careful. You don't want to pop a lung." The husky voice says and I look up and it's Sweet Pea smirking at me. Cocky bastard.
"Noooo what I want to do is pop someone's head off." I say to him as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Oh no...who shit on the princess now?" Sweet Pea asked me jokingly.
"Shut up." I say to him as I roll my eyes.
"It's too easy teasing you. I saw an opportunity and I took it." Sweet Pea says to me with a smile. "No but seriously what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a 'bad day at the palace' like you say." I say with a small smile.
"Yeah. But what happened? Where's your uniform?" Sweet Pea asked.
"How do you know I'm suppose to be wearing my uniform?" I asked him.
"Cause you're a River Vixen and usually they wear their uniforms after a tryout...if they made it." Sweet Pea says with a chuckle. He looked at me and stopped laughing.
"You didn't make the team?" He asked me.
"I don't want to talk about it Sweet Pea." I say as I try to walk away.
"What happened? Why didn't you make the team?" Sweet Pea asked me as he looked into my eyes but I quickly turned away.
"I said I don't want to talk about it. I'm sorry." I say to him as I walk down the hall, feeling a tear trickle down my left cheek.
⭐️who loves that Sweet Pea is concerned with Rebecca?!
