Disclaimer: I do not own Roxas, Kairi, or any other Kingdom Hearts characters involved in this story. Other persons/places mentioned in this story are fictional and are not intended to name any realistic person/place.

Chapter Disclaimer: I do not own Dashboard Confessional, Legend of Zelda, nor Walmart.

Warning: This chapter and/or future chapters may include: Self-Inflicted Harm, Minors under the influence of Alcohol, Physical Abuse, Eh, that's about it.


Chapter Three: How Do You Feel About That?


So, today's the day. I get to pay a visit to the local shrink. Whoopie!

Ha, ha. Okay, so I'm not too excited about the thought of seeing the loonie doctor, but whatevs. Life goes on, right? At least I'm pleasing the school's hottest teacher. Who knows, maybe I'll become teacher's pet. But its a bad title, eh? Yeah, but you are still forgetting this is Ms. Parker we're talking about.

Complete hottness of all hott, Ms. Parker.

Anyway, I got mom to sign the slip successfully, without her knowing what it was for. I simply followed the Steps & Theories of Roxas, and bam, I suvived another day in my shoes. Mom, didn't go physcotic, Ms. Parker is happy, all's well. Good job, Roxas.

I woke up at approximately 6:00 a.m., hit the snooze twice, and finally gave in to the morning routine. My lulling eyes felt quite tiresome, as always, but I wiped the sensation away, not letting it get to me. I laid there, scanning the room, wondering what I was going to wear today. My Dashboard Confessional t-shirt was hanging on the edge of the television, jeans were scattered across the room, and my black Legend Of Zelda hoodie somehow ended up in my trash can. Go figure.

I stubbled up from my bed, still a bit tired, and searched my closet for some clean clothes. After ten minutes of searching, I finally found a clean pair of jeans and a black t-shirt I had thought I'd lost. The pants were a bit loose, but I wasn't about to take the time to find a belt. Boxers are hott, right?

Then I went into the bathroom and hooked up the straightner. I went and ate breakfast as I waited for it to heat up, and then returned to straighten my hair. It took me about half an hour, but I managed to get my hair to flow down and brush my eyes just the right way. Yeah, the hott way.

So, it takes me as long as girl to do my hair. Fuck off. It looks hott.

After getting ready, I threw the shrink's slip into my backpack, and was out the door. I walked up to the bus stop and pulled out my CD player. Yes, you heard me right, CD player. Cut some slack for the poor kid, damn.

I stood there alone for about five minutes dazing off and listening to my music. I had almost forgotten what was doing, when the bus came around the corner and stopped. The bus driver greeted me as I got on, and I gave her a nod in return, then made my way to the back of the bus. I finally reached my seat, which so happens to be at the very back on the left, and sat down.

I placed my backpack next to me so no one would attempt to sit with me, then started to gaze out the window. I figured I'd be left alone for the remainder of the bus ride, too back that didn't happen. Stupid Namine had to sit with me. Namine's the whore that tried to get me to ride in her car the other day. I guess she totaled it. She said she got hit by a car on her way to Walmart. Too bad nothing happened to her.

That's a shame.

So when we got there, I waited in the commens for the bell to ring. I was rather anxious for school to start, simply so that it'd be over. I'll admit. I dread school as much as the next guy. I get good grades, so what? That does not make me an exception for the school sucks phase. I mean, c'mon. You go there daily, stare blankely at teachers and pretend you know what they're speaking about, then cram the day before the test considering you seriously had no clue what they were talking about.

Then there's passing period, when you wander the hallways so that you won't get to class too early. So, there you are, walking in a complete circle, looking retarded because you don't have anyone to stop and talk to. Why? Because you're a loner. Preps rather gag then be seen in your presence, nerds consider themselves too smart to hang out with you, and then there's the jocks of which you try to aviod so that you won't get crammed into another locker.

Well, 5th period soon ended, meaning the end of another school day. Ms. Parker gave me a reassuring smile and reminded me that the appointment was today. As if I had forgotten, I thought about it all day long. There was no thought about pre-calculus, band, nor ecomomics, just the single thought of going to the shrink floating around my head. I mean, how long am I going to have to go there? What if she completely misunderstands what I say or mean? What if I really am crazy?

These thoughts kept rushing through my mind on the way there. I couldn't help but feel a bit anxious but yet nervous at the same time. I mean, I had no idea what to expect. It's not like I've visited the shrink on a daily basis. Actually, I hadn't ever been to the shrink before, so you can see how this may be a big deal.

Alas, I found out what to expect when Mrs. Cain called me in.

How To Go To the Shrink For Dumbies

1) Take candy when asked.

2) Answer questions and try not to get irrated when your are asked 'And how do you feel about that?' repeatedly.

3) Refuse to answer questions if not given more candy.

4) Talk sincerley, though do NOT give too much information.

5) Fuck. Too late.

6) Grab things and exit room.


Author's Note: So, sorry for the wait and I hope you like it. It may not be too exciting just yet but I assure you there are more events to come. Review the story please.