Everyone in this story is either my friends or family, except for one person who I despise. You will be able to tell who that is by the end of the story. Everything about the people is pretty much true.
Open Therapy
Introduction
Jasper's POV
I don't know how I ended up in this place with these people. One moment I'm in the car with my adorable loving Alice, and the next moment I'm in this room with people whose emotions are running haywire.
I looked toward the door and read the backward letters that were on the window. OPEN THERAPY. My eyes widened. Now all the hushed conversations between my family for the last couple days made sense. How when I walked into a room, they would instantly become quiet. How Emmett was always smiling at me as if he was in on some secret joke. How Alice hadn't told me where we were going and then left immediately without me.
They had signed me up for open therapy. Where people talked about their emotions and tried to understand their feelings. Who else, other then me, would now more about emotions. Heck, I could probably teach this class.
How could my family do this to me? How could Alice do this to me? This had to have been Emmett's idea. He was going to pay. Every single one of them were, even Alice.
I was just about to get up and leave, when a guy walked through the door and closed it behind him, locking it in the process. I guess people have tried to leave before, not like it would stop me.
"Hello." he said, turning around to face the class. "I'm Dr. Williams, but you can just call me Nathan." He walked forward and grabbed the only empty chair left in the circle and sat down, with a smile on his face.
"Now to start the class off, I would like to go around the circle, and I want everyone to introduce themselves and tell us why you are here." He pointed to his left, where a blond girl was sitting, doing her nails. "If we could start with you young lady."
She looked up from her nails, and looked at Nathan from the corner of her eyes. "I'm Savannah, and I'm not really suppose to be here." she said, rolling her eyes to look back at her nails.
"Then why are you here?" Nathan asked her, writing everything she said down on his notebook.
She sighed in annoyance and looked back up from her nails. "My teachers think I have an attitude problem, so they said I have to come to this class or they'll fail me. Which I think they already are."
"A ninety nine on a paper is not failing." A girl from across the circle said.
"It is if there was nothing wrong with the paper." Savannah argued back.
"Ladies, ladies, calm down. Thank you Savannah. Now for the young gentleman beside you to introduce himself."
The guy bedside Savannah was slouched in his chair, with his feet crossed out in front of him. He had blue lenses sunglasses and purplish blue hair. "I'm Nicholas." He smiled, "And I'm here because I'm a sex addict." Now the smile made sense. Him and Emmett would probably get along.
"Well okay. Next." Nathan said after he finished writing in his notebook.
The girl beside Nicholas looked like his sister. "I'm Kimberly." she said, quietly. "I'm here because my parents think it will make me more open."
Nicholas laughed from beside her. "Don't lie Kim. Mom and dad sent you here to get rid of your evil side." "And you're lying problem." said the guy beside me. Kim looked down at her lap, making her hair fall into her face so I couldn't see her facial expression. I was right, they are brother and sister, and apparently so was the guy beside me.
"Next." Nathan said.
Next was the girl that had argued with Savannah. "My name is Stacy, and I'm here to support Candice." she said, holding the girl's hand that was beside her.
"No, you're here for your anger issue."
"I DON'T HAVE AN ANGER ISSUE." Stacy yelled.
"Then why are you yelling?" the girl asked.
"I'M NOT… oh." Stacy slumped her shoulders forward and hung her head.
"I'm Candice." the girl that was beside Stacy said without being prompted by Nathan. "And I'm here for you to take all of my parent's money, but hey it's okay. I don't like them anyways."
"She's here for her depression." Stacy said, squeezing Candice's hand for support. Candice looked to her left, not wanting to say anymore at the moment.
It was the guy to my right time to speak. I turned to look at him and saw that he was sitting pretty much like Nicholas had, he even had sunglasses on, but they were darker and bigger, and he had red curly hair. "I'm Richard." When he talked, I could smell a weird smell that made my senses cloud up a little. "I'm here because I have an addiction." He tilted his head to the side and lifted his arm up a little, and when he looked back up, a small cloud of smoke came out of him mouth.
"An addiction to what?" Nathan asked, even though from the look on his face he already knew he just wanted Richard to admit it.
"To many things." Richard said. Nicholas laughed and Kimberly slapped his arm to shut him up. "What, he does." Nicholas whispered, where only Kim and I could hear him.
"But what addiction are you here for?" Nathan asked calmly.
Richard smiled and Nicholas started to silently laugh again. "Pot." Richard said. He bent his head again and another puff of smoke came from him.
"I see." Nathan said, writing in his notebook. "And lastly but none the least." He said, looking up from his notebook to look at me with a smile.
I looked around the room to see that everyone else was also looking at me with confusion. I was the only one that the entire class didn't know, since apparently they had already known each other before class had started. "My name is Jasper, and I'm here as a joke." I said without thinking.
"You think my class is a joke." Nathan said, still calm.
"Oh no." I said, just realizing what I said and how it would sound to him. "My family signed me up for this class as a joke."
"Ah, I see." Nathan said, setting his pencil down. "Well since you're here, we might as well see if there is anything that you need to talk about." He rubbed his hands together. "Now it's time to get serious and solve everyone's problems."
I hope to make it as funny as I can, so tell me what you think of it.