Rachel Goes Back To The Therapist
Rachel's last attempt at going to the therapist was a fail, so she decided to go back and try again.
She sat on a chair, and waited for the therapist to come in. Just as Rachel thought she might leave, the door swung open. The man was wearing dirty clothes, and his teeth looked kind of rotten.
"Hi…" Rachel said, scrunching up her nose. "Who are you?"
"Thenardier, the therapist."
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
He eyeballed Rachel's necklace. "That looks expensive…"
"Excuse me?"
"You have five minutes- go."
"Huh?" Rachel sighed. "Well, alright. So, aliens are ruining my life, this guy won't ask me out, there's another guy who's only joy in life is giving me a hard time, I hardly see my dad, and I can't trust anybody." Rachel took a deep breath.
"You can never trust anyone; it's a world where the dogs eat the dogs."
Rachel screamed. "You are so annoying!"
"Time's up."
"What the hell? It hasn't been five minutes!"
"That'll be fifty dollars."
"What? The sign said twenty bucks!"
"You went over five minutes."
"By what? Seven seconds?"
Thenardier held out his hand.
Rachel snorted, and started out the door, but Thenardier grabbed her arm, grabbed her purse, and took out her wallet.
"Give me that!" Rachel shrieked. She kicked Thenardier's leg. He glared at her, and shoved her out the door. She pounded on it, but it was locked. "Give me my wallet you creep! You're not even licensed in therapy, are you? You're just a sleazy innkeeper!"
Eventually Rachel went home. She made a mental note not to go to that therapy shop again.
HAHAHA! Don't you just love it when Rachel is robbed?! Please review, thanks! Tell me if I should write another chapter; I can't decide. I'm open to suggestions on what it should be about. :)