Draco: *smiles and waves, then blows her nose* Since I'm sick, have nothing
better to do, and received support on this one, I'm writing more. I think
I'm gonna dedicate this to Sakki-san, too, 'cause she makes me laugh so
much and is the only person I've ever read stuff by who's made Farfie sound
so much like Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. *sneeze* Um…ew…
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Well, taking into consideration our first session, I should have completely expected everything that came to pass afterwards. I had in my hands a boy who was a lot smarter and less dangerous than people gave him credit for, with exception to his random bursts of psychosis in which he wanted to "hurt God" or something. But those moments were few and far between in school, and together we dealt with them fairly well. With him as a charge, though, it seemed like I spent more time in guidance than in class. Trying to keep up in school became a sort of mess until the psychiatrist talked to my teachers and got them to make all sorts of exceptions for me. Suddenly I was apparently one of the most important people in school, and teachers I did not even know worked there knew my name.
Fact is everyone who had met Farfello before I started talking to him had had a bad run in. Thanks to his conversations with me, he was apparently doing better in school and had not had any violent episodes in class. All things considered, I would have been honored, if it hadn't become such a little thing to me. He was kind of like one of those friends you let initiate all the conversations for lack of something to say, but enjoy having around some times. And I did enjoy having him around, our talks were great, but I do have a limit.
Finding out he lived next door was my limit.
I would not have had a problem with it if he had not walked out with his housemates while I was mowing the lawn. It probably wouldn't have become a factor at all otherwise. Once again, the fortune to it is uncertain. He came over with a big smile, apparently the first smile his companions had seen in a while, and, of all things, hugged me.
The red-head who had followed him over just blinked and made the most surprised face I had ever seen, and the black-haired guy with glasses went from looking perpetually irritated to interested. Behind them, a kid I recognized from my computer classes, one of those guys who always looks way too serious for his own good, gave an amused little smile. Sighing, I just hugged my new friend back and listened to his random burst of psychotic rambling.
Somewhere in there I found out that the red-head was Schuldich, the guy with glasses was Crawford, and the kid was Nagi, which I already knew. They were going grocery shopping, which seemed exceedingly funny to me as I looked across the group. I just could not imagine them all going shopping together without some horrible argument taking place. Then I was introduced as Dragon, mainly because Farfello preferred that name to any of my others, and somehow I got invited to dinner.
When they left, I stood there in my yard for a few minutes, the lawn mower still running, and wondered how I had managed to agree to eating at that house with those people. Farfello and Nagi I liked. They were the people I dealt with regularly. Schuldich seemed okay, but I could have sworn I heard him making comments about the scarred psycho's ranting when his mouth was not even moving. Then there was Crawford, who sort of gave me the creeps, but it was more that he just bugged me.
Well, this should prove to be special.
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Draco: *sniff* Okay…so it's not as good as the first chapter, but I had to get myself from school to dinner somehow.
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Well, taking into consideration our first session, I should have completely expected everything that came to pass afterwards. I had in my hands a boy who was a lot smarter and less dangerous than people gave him credit for, with exception to his random bursts of psychosis in which he wanted to "hurt God" or something. But those moments were few and far between in school, and together we dealt with them fairly well. With him as a charge, though, it seemed like I spent more time in guidance than in class. Trying to keep up in school became a sort of mess until the psychiatrist talked to my teachers and got them to make all sorts of exceptions for me. Suddenly I was apparently one of the most important people in school, and teachers I did not even know worked there knew my name.
Fact is everyone who had met Farfello before I started talking to him had had a bad run in. Thanks to his conversations with me, he was apparently doing better in school and had not had any violent episodes in class. All things considered, I would have been honored, if it hadn't become such a little thing to me. He was kind of like one of those friends you let initiate all the conversations for lack of something to say, but enjoy having around some times. And I did enjoy having him around, our talks were great, but I do have a limit.
Finding out he lived next door was my limit.
I would not have had a problem with it if he had not walked out with his housemates while I was mowing the lawn. It probably wouldn't have become a factor at all otherwise. Once again, the fortune to it is uncertain. He came over with a big smile, apparently the first smile his companions had seen in a while, and, of all things, hugged me.
The red-head who had followed him over just blinked and made the most surprised face I had ever seen, and the black-haired guy with glasses went from looking perpetually irritated to interested. Behind them, a kid I recognized from my computer classes, one of those guys who always looks way too serious for his own good, gave an amused little smile. Sighing, I just hugged my new friend back and listened to his random burst of psychotic rambling.
Somewhere in there I found out that the red-head was Schuldich, the guy with glasses was Crawford, and the kid was Nagi, which I already knew. They were going grocery shopping, which seemed exceedingly funny to me as I looked across the group. I just could not imagine them all going shopping together without some horrible argument taking place. Then I was introduced as Dragon, mainly because Farfello preferred that name to any of my others, and somehow I got invited to dinner.
When they left, I stood there in my yard for a few minutes, the lawn mower still running, and wondered how I had managed to agree to eating at that house with those people. Farfello and Nagi I liked. They were the people I dealt with regularly. Schuldich seemed okay, but I could have sworn I heard him making comments about the scarred psycho's ranting when his mouth was not even moving. Then there was Crawford, who sort of gave me the creeps, but it was more that he just bugged me.
Well, this should prove to be special.
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Draco: *sniff* Okay…so it's not as good as the first chapter, but I had to get myself from school to dinner somehow.