Ireland
Artemis stared coldly across the room at Dr. Pembrey, the new school therapist. Pembrey's eyes were small and set to far together, and beads of nervous sweat stood out on the blemished skin of his forehead. He was apprehensive of the boy before him, and with good reason. Artemis had a reputation amoung the school community, a reputation for chewing up and spitting out teachers, students, and therapists alike.
"So tell me about your family life, Artemis.", Dr. Pembrey began tentatively. It was a risk, broaching such a gaurded topic so early in the sessions, but Dr. Pembrey had the feeling that without a show of bravado, this boy would findnodifficulty in walking all over him.
Artemis scowled, not many were brave enough to be so blunt with him. The last therapist who had, had ended up being left with a loss for words as the sixteen year old thourghly dumbfounded him. Of course, it wasn't very difficult for Artemis to dumbfound any of his therapists. After all, he had written excerpts from the many psychology books that these fools cherished so.
Artemis knitted his brows in concentrarion and looked down at his perfectly manicured nails. "Well," he began, "I don't see my father very much. It isn't that he doesn't try to be a good father, and the same with mother... they do try, but..."
Pembry's eyes were alert, and he leanded forward slightly to show his intrest. "Could it be possible that I cracked the toughest nut in the school after only a few sessions?" he asked himself. And then, aloud, he goaded Artemis on "Yes?"
Artemis paused, his fingers twitching nervously. "Well you see, Doctor..."
"Yes?"
" I find no use for them," Artemis finished arrogantly, "And nor do I find one for you, Doctor." With a final flourish, Artemis swept out of Pembrey's office. The smirk on his lips told the receptionist waiting to hand him a pass back to his class what had become of Dr. Pembrey.
"He went through another one.", she thought, and went to check and see if the doctor needed anything.