Ughhh. Sorry about lack of updates the last several days. I got distracted by Sims 3. *bought the new expansion pack* But as promised, I will do my best to make sure this chapter is a little longer! By the way, I have been getting some questions as to when the four who are "dead" are going back to school, just so those wondering know, it's been close to a day and a half since the principal held that assembly, so they're not returning as of yet.
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Matthew glanced at his watch before looking back up at the teacher. This class couldn't possibly drag on any longer. According to his watch he'd only been in here for twenty minutes. But the way the teacher was talking, it felt as if it was an eternity! 'I miss school already.' Matthew slumped in his seat a bit. Unfortunately none of the other three were even in this room with him, which meant he had to suffer alone.
Apparently the scores on those stupid tests had actually meant something and sent them to different classes to get help on emotional issues they might be having. Might. Translation: you need serious mental help so we're going to stick you in a class that's going to bore you to death. Or a class where the teacher feels so sorry for you it's practically radiating from her body. Or if you're lucky, you'll be in a class where both apply. Unfortunately, this was both.
Matthew leaned over the desk with a large sigh. This wasn't going to end anytime soon either. So the teacher talked on.
"I know for some of you this is probably sounding very boring, but you're here because you needed help."
Whether it was by choice or not. Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Most everyone sitting here in this classroom has outwardly shown signs of depression, but not to the notice of your classmates or friends."
Then how did you know we showed signs of depression? Were we being spied on?
"So we are here to teach you to fight those feelings from consuming you."
Oh great. Gilbert would be on the floor laughing right about now.
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Cruz wandered through the park, looking at the ice cream stand that he usually stopped at after school. It'd probably help cheer him up right about now. But on the other hand, he was usually with Matthew when he was here, too. Ugh. Didn't need that memory right now. Cruz kept walking, ignoring the familiar music that was playing from the stand. Keep going, keep going.
"Hey punk!"
Oh great. Someone wanted a fight. Of all the stupid days to pick a fight, it had to be today. Cruz turned and glared at the male behind him, "What?"
"My girl has been texting you all day, why don't you answer your stupid phone?"
"Well if she's your girl, then tell her to stop texting me." Cruz said flatly before walking away again. Now really, if she had a boyfriend, then what was all those text messages for anyway? She needs to get a life.
"She happens to like you, you know." The male snapped, "Pay attention and quit walking away!"
"Would. You. Shut. Up." Cruz turned his head to glare at the male who was now following him, "I cannot stand people like her, or people who like someone like her."
"What do you mean 'like her'? There's nothing wrong with her!"
Cruz just stared at him in silence. Nothing wrong with her. Right. "Let me know when you get glasses." Cruz shook his head and continued walking. Matthew would probably be laughing right now.
"How does she even like you? You're such a jerk!"
Cruz rolled his eyes but didn't bother responding. It wouldn't matter anyhow. This guy obviously wouldn't listen.
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Matthew stared at the wall blankly. This really wasn't helping. Here the teacher was supposed to be helping them and it was making the feeling worse. He couldn't help but wonder if the others were having as much "fun" as he was.
"I'm sure you all would much rather be at your homes, with your friends, or at school… but remember why you are here to begin with. Each of you chose to come here because you wanted these feelings to go away."
Some of them were blackmailed into coming. Matthew looked around at the other students. Some of them were staring intently at the teacher…counselor…whatever she was. There was one who was sleeping. And some looked like they would much rather be somewhere else.
"Some of you may not be here all that long, there are those of you sitting in this classroom who are here until your classmates recognize there was a problem with the way they were behaving."
That would take a long time. Which meant he was stuck here listening to this. Well that was motivating.
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This chapter ended up a little longer at least. Like by 100 words. =_= Sorry. Leave me a review? n_n