Author's Note: I realize this story is unrealistic and not at all like Jonthan Crane, but a girl can dream, right?
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"Good afternoon. You must be Layla Jensen" Dr. Jonathan Crane said entering his office. He looked across the room and met the gaze of a teenage girl. He studied her body language for a minute. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but she looked him in the eyes and forced a smile, indicating her irritation was not directed toward him.
"I'm Dr. Crane" he said crossing the room to shake her hand. After the formal greeting he sat at his desk. As he crossed the room Layla thought to herself that he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. They were such a remarkable blue that nothing, not even his glasses, distracted from their beauty.
"How are you today, Ms. Jensen?" he asked, the way he did all of his patients.
"Fine" she said politely, forcing another smile.
" I know you don't want to be here..." he said sympathetically "but your parents seem to think you need my help"
Layla huffed.
"Your father and stepmother" he corrected. Layla looked a little surprised. "I'm a psychiatrist, Ms. Jensen. I've been trained to read people." he explained. They smiled at each other for a second before continuing.
"So you're sixteen?"
She nodded
"You're in 10th grade?"
"11th" she corrected. "I'll be seventeen in two months".
"Well" the doctor continued. "Do you like school?"
"Yeah" she answered casually.
"I would think so. Your father told me you make straight A's and you're captain of the debate team."
She nodded again.
Dr. Crane jotted down some notes on his notepad. When he looked up he noticed a nervous look on Layla's face. "Don't worry. It's not bad." he said smirking.
"Do you like birds?" he asked, noticing the picture of a sparrow on her shirt.
"Oh..." she said looking down at the shirt. "...my friends got this for me. They call me Sparrow."
"Why?" he asked, with a slightly amused and curious look on his face.
Layla smiled and looked a little embarrassed. "Long story".
"Maybe next time" Dr. Crane said, still smiling. She did not seem like someone who needed his help, and he could usually spot them from a mile away.
When the session was over he walked her to the lobby where they met her stepmother. "See you next week, doctor" the evil witch said as they left.
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Don't worry, it starts off slow, but it will get more interesting. :)