Session 1.

I met my very first patient today! Gosh I'm so excited, scared shitless that I'm going to mess this up, but so excited nonetheless.

I mean even getting this job was a blessing, what with the job market being how it is, although the school staff seemed really weird about it, I'm not even sure if they did a background check on me. I mean really what if I was a rapist? I'm not... But I could be.

Oh god my first entry into this notebook and it's already coming out like a serial killer manifesto I gotta get back on track. Anyway.

My patient is this 11 year old girl named Dezaria Morrison, I wonder what kind of name Dezaria even is... They handed me her file and warned me right off the bat, this girl is a firecracker. What she did to end up in my office for mandatory counseling was proof.

According to her file, ever since the start of the school year a few weeks ago, a group of girls her age were picking on her, throwing food at her, calling her names, typical middle school brattiness. Dezaria though had enough of it, last week she grabbed one of the girls by the hair and slammed her face first into the lockers the students no longer use, and when one of the other girls in the group tried to stop her Dezaria kicked her in the chest.

All in all, she caused one broken nose and two bruised ribs. Kinda impressive. Wait no I can't say that.

When I asked what would cause those girls to bully her like that I got one of the saddest stories I've ever heard. Apparently her parents separated when she was a baby, but her father, an old local hair metal rock and roll dude in the 80's and a known heroin addict, crashed his car into Dezaria's elementary school while strung out. No one was hurt, but damn if it ever shamed her family, little Dezaria especially. Poor girl.

The fact that he was able to tell me all this from memory was creepy as hell though. What is this place?

So here I was, in the office expecting some gigantic megalodon of a girl to come stomping in here and devour me whole or something, when a small waifer thin girl with a mop of messy dark hair, glasses and braces, walks in looking like she's gonna bolt any second and asks if I'm Mr. Dwicky.

I looked at her.

And she looked at me.

AND I LOOKED AT HER

AND SHE LOOKED AT ME

Until she must've decided I was a massive idiot and just sat down by herself.

Of course eventually I shook her hand and asked if she was Dezaria, and she immediately corrects me, Dez, because according to her she hates the look people give her when they learn her name, so Dez it is.

The rest of the introduction was nothing much, I told her she'd be seeing me once a week for the rest of the school year (a bunch of groaning from her) and that I looked forward to helping her.

Then for the first time she looks me straight in the eye, opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but just turns and walks out.

What a strange chick.

I know for a fact this won't be easy, but when have I EVER gone for easy?

-Mr. "What have I gotten into" Dwicky

Hey guys! Its carcrashheart under a new name now though I've decided to keep my old account and stories up because I know you guys love em.

I was looking at some of my old ones and just thought "damn, I need to rewrite this", so much cringe. The rebooted version of this story will be a lot less silly and just overall more mature, but still funny I promise. I love Dwicky and all his craziness. Enjoy :)