Chapter Two

You’re probably wondering

what that was

all about.

 

Although

talking

really isn’t

my

favorite,

you would

probably be

lost

if I

didn’t explain

some things.

 

 

My

once

upon

a

time

best-friend

told my mom

that I was

popping

pills.

 

Nice one,

huh?

 

Yeah, I

wasn’t that

thrilled

either.

 

So,

with that

came a

long

long

long

conversation

about how to

fix

me.

 

The best they

could come up

with was

counseling.

Now, that might

not seem

so

bad

to you,

but when your

counselor is

the vice principle,

things get

a

little

sketchy.

 

Maybe they want

to make sure

I get good

grades at

therapy

and

school.

 

Or something

twisted

like that.

 

Who

knows?

 

Certainly

not

me.

 

At first,

they thought about

putting me

in a

sort of

inpatient

thing.

 

I refused,

loud

and

clear.

 

Evidently.

the only

other option

was working with

the vice

principle

three

days

a

week.

 

What

a

wonderful

life.