I sat there, for a while, not really thinking about anything. But pretty soon my thoughts wandered over to the fight I had caused today. My chances of making friends with Lori were slim to none now, and it was all my fault.
One of my worst habits is going over the stupid things I've said or did in my head countless times. In this case, the fight with Lori was stuck on instant replay. She had offered me an apology, and I had shot her down. I was a jerk. A complete jerk.
I had tortured myself for so long, that it was nearly 12:40. Lunch would be over soon, so I hurried down to the lunchroom. I got in line, took some food, and sat alone. I tried to eat pretty quickly, but all of my food tasted like cardboard. I forced down about a third of my lunch, until I just couldn't eat anymore. I took my tray up, and the cafeteria aid gave me a funny look.
She asked for my name, and I told her. She looked it up in this stupid list she had and muttered to herself. "Hmmm, Ashley…Lets see…You're here for self-injury. Well, as long as you aren't anorexic or bulimic, I'll let this lack of eating go for the time being. But you have to eat at all meals, okay?"
"Whatever," I muttered, and headed over to Doctor Steve's office, as slowly as I could manage to walk. I was not looking forward to seeing him again.
One of my worst habits is going over the stupid things I've said or did in my head countless times. In this case, the fight with Lori was stuck on instant replay. She had offered me an apology, and I had shot her down. I was a jerk. A complete jerk.
I had tortured myself for so long, that it was nearly 12:40. Lunch would be over soon, so I hurried down to the lunchroom. I got in line, took some food, and sat alone. I tried to eat pretty quickly, but all of my food tasted like cardboard. I forced down about a third of my lunch, until I just couldn't eat anymore. I took my tray up, and the cafeteria aid gave me a funny look.
She asked for my name, and I told her. She looked it up in this stupid list she had and muttered to herself. "Hmmm, Ashley…Lets see…You're here for self-injury. Well, as long as you aren't anorexic or bulimic, I'll let this lack of eating go for the time being. But you have to eat at all meals, okay?"
"Whatever," I muttered, and headed over to Doctor Steve's office, as slowly as I could manage to walk. I was not looking forward to seeing him again.