A/N: I am sooooo sorry that it has taken me this long to update. I
promise you that I won't give up on this story, it's very important to me.
But school has really been kicking my ass lately, and if I am to graduate
come June, I really gotta buckle down. And on top of that, I got a new
job, and they have been taking up all the rest of my free time. Take all
that, plus trying to plan my September wedding, have some sort of a life,
practice my skating (I'm an aggressive inline skater, and a pretty good
one, and I have a competition coming up soon), and go to all my counseling
sessions, well, you can see why I got a little behind. Well, enough of my
excuses, I'm sure y'all are tried of them and just want to get on with the
story. Anyways, here goes. The next installment to.Shattered Walls
Heather waited for Sophie to get over the shock of her last comment outside. She didn't exactly know where Peter's office was, so she didn't really have a choice in the matter, anyhow. At that thought, Sophie came outside. She seemed to have regained her composure and was all business again.
"Okay Heather, on to Peter. It's this way." With that she started walking to Peter's office, Heather following right behind.
~In Peter's Office~
"Okay Heather, it's time for your assessment." Peter said with a smile on his face. He was interested to find out about this girl. All he knew about her was what Joe had told him on the phone. He didn't even have her file to look over before she got here. Joe had said that she would be bringing it with her. So here he was, with nothing on his new student, and not knowing what to expect once he started talking to her. 'Might as well get this over with,' he thought.
"Ready when you are," Heather replied, after she realized that Peter had stopped talking a few moments ago. Heather's thoughts on these assessments here simple, just nod your head, say as little as possible, and no one will be any wiser. But she was slightly worried about this one, for some reason. This place, more specifically, this Mr. Scarbrow, seemed to understand and perceive things a bit more than your average hospital head shrinker.
"What, oh, okay Heather," Peter started, snapping out of his thoughts, "why don't we start with why you are here."
"Sure thing. I'm here because I got my third strike at school for possession of illegal substances at school."
"Okay, care to elaborate on what those three strikes consisted of?"
"Well, the first one was last year. I got caught with weed on me when they had the drug dogs come in for a random search. The second one was at a football game. I came to the game high and I tripped on the bleachers. When I came too, they asked me if I had used and told me to take a drug test. When it came up positive, they searched me and found some oxi pills on my, along with a quarter bag of Jamaican Red on me. And I'm pretty sure you already know about the last one, but what the heck. I took this girl's weed from her at school and she reported me. And the little fucking nark didn't even get into trouble for having it in the first place! I mean, god damn, she had the fucking weed too! Man, if I was still there, she'd." Heather paused, and almost panicked. She never should have got going. In all of her assessments, she never let her feelings show. It was a part of her self-given rules. And just then, she had allowed herself to show how angry she was at that damn girl! Shit! 'Okay, relax Heather.' She told herself, 'I'm sure he sees this all the time. You're not going to give yourself away with a little bit of anger. Slowly, Heather took a deep breath, and continued, "Well, I guess that's about it. What else would you like to know?"
"Well, uh," Peter stuttered. He didn't exactly know what to say. This girl had just been blatantly honest with him about her drug use, well, at least the part that included her school, and she seemed totally in control. But then, at the drop of a hat, she had switched into a very angry girl with a thirst, it seemed, to hurt that girl that had gotten her into trouble. Not trying to show what he was thinking, however, Peter went on. "how 'bout you show me that folder that you were suppost to bring with you?"
"Sure thing." She said, much more calm, and she dug into her backpack. What she brought out was the thickest folder Peter had ever seen. It had to hold at least 200 papers.
"Wow, uh, that's a lot of stuff. Let my take a wild guess that you've been through this all before." Peter said with a small smile.
"Sure have, 6 times. 5 mental hospitals, and a group home. All the reports and drug screens and things from the hospitals and home are in there. There is also a section from the school, and a personal letter to you from Mr. Haffery. But don't worry, I didn't read it. The last thing I want to know is what my principal thinks of me." With that, she handed the folder over to Peter.
"Um, okay Heather, why don't you go and get your physical done while I read through all of this. Sophie should be outside waiting for you."
"Sure thing. See you later."
"Bye"
And with that, Heather left the office, leaving behind a very overwhelmed Peter.
Heather waited for Sophie to get over the shock of her last comment outside. She didn't exactly know where Peter's office was, so she didn't really have a choice in the matter, anyhow. At that thought, Sophie came outside. She seemed to have regained her composure and was all business again.
"Okay Heather, on to Peter. It's this way." With that she started walking to Peter's office, Heather following right behind.
~In Peter's Office~
"Okay Heather, it's time for your assessment." Peter said with a smile on his face. He was interested to find out about this girl. All he knew about her was what Joe had told him on the phone. He didn't even have her file to look over before she got here. Joe had said that she would be bringing it with her. So here he was, with nothing on his new student, and not knowing what to expect once he started talking to her. 'Might as well get this over with,' he thought.
"Ready when you are," Heather replied, after she realized that Peter had stopped talking a few moments ago. Heather's thoughts on these assessments here simple, just nod your head, say as little as possible, and no one will be any wiser. But she was slightly worried about this one, for some reason. This place, more specifically, this Mr. Scarbrow, seemed to understand and perceive things a bit more than your average hospital head shrinker.
"What, oh, okay Heather," Peter started, snapping out of his thoughts, "why don't we start with why you are here."
"Sure thing. I'm here because I got my third strike at school for possession of illegal substances at school."
"Okay, care to elaborate on what those three strikes consisted of?"
"Well, the first one was last year. I got caught with weed on me when they had the drug dogs come in for a random search. The second one was at a football game. I came to the game high and I tripped on the bleachers. When I came too, they asked me if I had used and told me to take a drug test. When it came up positive, they searched me and found some oxi pills on my, along with a quarter bag of Jamaican Red on me. And I'm pretty sure you already know about the last one, but what the heck. I took this girl's weed from her at school and she reported me. And the little fucking nark didn't even get into trouble for having it in the first place! I mean, god damn, she had the fucking weed too! Man, if I was still there, she'd." Heather paused, and almost panicked. She never should have got going. In all of her assessments, she never let her feelings show. It was a part of her self-given rules. And just then, she had allowed herself to show how angry she was at that damn girl! Shit! 'Okay, relax Heather.' She told herself, 'I'm sure he sees this all the time. You're not going to give yourself away with a little bit of anger. Slowly, Heather took a deep breath, and continued, "Well, I guess that's about it. What else would you like to know?"
"Well, uh," Peter stuttered. He didn't exactly know what to say. This girl had just been blatantly honest with him about her drug use, well, at least the part that included her school, and she seemed totally in control. But then, at the drop of a hat, she had switched into a very angry girl with a thirst, it seemed, to hurt that girl that had gotten her into trouble. Not trying to show what he was thinking, however, Peter went on. "how 'bout you show me that folder that you were suppost to bring with you?"
"Sure thing." She said, much more calm, and she dug into her backpack. What she brought out was the thickest folder Peter had ever seen. It had to hold at least 200 papers.
"Wow, uh, that's a lot of stuff. Let my take a wild guess that you've been through this all before." Peter said with a small smile.
"Sure have, 6 times. 5 mental hospitals, and a group home. All the reports and drug screens and things from the hospitals and home are in there. There is also a section from the school, and a personal letter to you from Mr. Haffery. But don't worry, I didn't read it. The last thing I want to know is what my principal thinks of me." With that, she handed the folder over to Peter.
"Um, okay Heather, why don't you go and get your physical done while I read through all of this. Sophie should be outside waiting for you."
"Sure thing. See you later."
"Bye"
And with that, Heather left the office, leaving behind a very overwhelmed Peter.
