Shaun
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to pindah faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, selanjutnya week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the meja tulis, meja calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She berkata she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
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We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four tahun old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped meja tulis, meja with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do anda have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
Four months. Four agonizing months since I had seen her in the park. Four agonizing months of starting to dial her number, and then stopping myself.
I am listening to the middle aged woman complain about her life. She doesn't even need a therapist.
I will the clock to pindah faster. My office is dark, modern, and devoid of warmth. Ironically, it fits me.
Thankfully, the session is over. I tell Amamda that she's made progress, selanjutnya week, and it's been a pleasure. Notice the lie. I glance down at the meja tulis, meja calender, and look up 2:30.
I don't get a chance to see who is scheduled next, because I hear someone entering the room. Automatically, I look up, and see her.
She is looking at the floor.
Serena
I looked him up. Kayla convinced me to go. I protested, trying to say that Ashleigh needed watching. She berkata she would wait with Ashleigh. Eventually, I gave in.
She was trying everything to forget, but I knew she was only blocking everything out because it hurt to remember.
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We walked into the small private practice, Ashleigh, now a four tahun old, was holding onto Kayla's hand determindly.
I walked calmly over to a crescent shaped meja tulis, meja with a grey plastic surface patterned to look like marble, with an equally fake receptionist sitting behing it. She was pretty in a bland, emotionless way. Her voice was irritatingly smug as she said, "Do anda have appointment?"
Calmly, I said, "Serena Meyer, Guardian Ad Litem. I'm here to speak to Dr. Shaun McCarthy. It was a personal appointment. Legal matters," I lie.
The woman blinks, and points me to a corridor with the instructions, "Third door on the right."
I thank her, and tell Kayla to wait here with Ashleigh.
I breathe in, trying to calm myself, and push the door open.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of artis turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in tampil business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived oleh his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived oleh his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! anda always end up like this. Maybe anda should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face atau back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! anda always end up like this. Maybe anda should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face atau back. Not me!
Please e-mail me atau comment. Tell me if anda like this segment atau not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.