Abused Anonymous
The empty classroom was cold and still. The air conditioner was on full blast, even though it was winter. Slowly, people came in. Most of them were in tenth grade, but some were younger. Even though there were twenty people in the room, the was no casual chit-chat or greetings. It was almost like they didn't know each other. It was like in kindergarten. The boys and girls were separated, except an older boy, and what looked like his younger sister. Today was the day when everybody shared their story, even if it seemed small next to another's. I walked to the center of the room.
"Welcome to Abused Anonymous, m'kay. As you all know, I am Mr. Mackey. I was promoted to district counselor after dealing with all you, m'kay. Now, I heard there was trouble in this group, so I started this little gathering."
Everybody just stared at me. Nobody said anything.
"So, who would like to go first?"
A raven haired boy in a red poofball hat raised his hand.
A/N: Sorry for the crappy introduction. I had this idea at three in the morning and had to get it down.