Finally!
The team of goddamn doctors is letting me out of this place. Sure, it's only so I can attend another phony school, but I'm not going to complain too much. I'm sick of those bright, pure white walls mocking my every move. I'm tired of those crap machines they used to take blood. I no longer have to listen to Mr. Jackson screaming about gods and evil dictators taking over the world.
Phoebe and my parents were waiting for me by the door. My parents were filling out an assortment of goddamn papers, while old Phoebe was just standing there looking innocent and everything. I was about to go and talk with her; but the doctor tapped me on the shoulder first.
"Holden," he said, "I would like to speak to you."
"Go ahead, talk." I told him. He had on a long white doctors coat and pair of those fancy, expensive black pants on, just like the phony he was. His eyes looked tired and washed out from treating so many trouble some patients through the past few nights. Like he needs my sympathy – he wasn't locked up in that prison disguised as a doctors office for six months.
"I really would like you to promise me that you'll apply yourself at school this year," he said, dusting off his white coat. What a bastard! Despite all of his doctoral certificates and all those goddamn pointless pieces of papers, he clearly doesn't know a single thing. How many times do I have to tell him that I don't know if I'll apply myself? And I won't know until September 8th, the day this new goddamn school year begins.
"I'll try," I lied, tired of trying to explain the truth to the man. He really could be spending this time with someone who really needs his help, and not wasting his time on me. I'm done with him, and he should be done with me. I guess it's because he cares about me or some phony excuse like that.
"Good luck, Holden," he said, giving me a big pat on the back like my father does. I hate that affection crap. It really is some stupid stuff.
"Was that the doctor?" old Phoebe asked.
"Yeah," I said, "That was him."
Her response was a nod; she then looked over at our parents who were finishing with things. I looked around the room, and spotted someone all too familiar in one corner.
"Phoebe," I said, "Give me a minute."
"Where are you going?" she asked, but I didn't answer. I walked over to where a woman was sitting in the corner, minding her own business.
"Sunny?" I asked, recognizing her by her fake blonde hair.
She locked up and looked confused as hell for a few moments, until my face registered that goddamn brain of hers, "You're that- that kid!"
"What are you doin' here?" I asked, specifically ignoring her calling me a kid. Like hell she knows one thing about me.
"Getting my life together," she said, looking into the room I just came from. "You?"
"Same."
"Holden!" My goddamn father called, "Let's go."
"Bye, Sunny." I said, turning the around.
"Good luck," she said, "Kid."
Sure as hell I'm going to need it.
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