We were sitting in my therapist's office when the next patient came in. Liz was still brooding over the fact that the bald guy with the shiny head who had minions like she did was leaving. She was annoyed deeply by the fact that it was I who had sent him on his merry way. Back to our current patient.
A tall thin girl stepped into the office. She had long red hair and green eyes. She seemed to be troubled but I'm not sure by what. She seemed to be the little miss perfect type. Maybe she would be like the gothic girl and surprise the heck out of us and be really cool. But that's just wishful thinking.
"Hi I'm Jean Grey," she said with a smile on her face. It wasn't a ha ha happy simile more like a nervous am I pleasing everyone smile.
"I'm Rae and this is my minion Liz," I said trying to be friendly.
"Hey you're the minion. I own you! You don't inherit anything until my untimely demise!" she yelled annoyed.
"Actually Green Day owns me," I said referring to Joe's Xanga.
"Well that's true, but that's because Joe's a deeply interested Green Day fan and thinks that they're all Gods," she said.
"Deeply interested isn't a strong enough word. You both stalk Billie Joe! It's very disturbing actually," I told Liz.
"Yeah well that's only because he's hot! And what about Daniel Radcliff? And Daniel Cudmore? Oh and what about Shaynie Poo?" she asked trying to annoy me to death and getting increasingly closer to doing so.
"All right! And gross Shayne's my best friend you psycho minion stalker!" I yelled at her.
"Who the heck are you?" Liz asked like it was the first time that she had noticed Jean.
"I'm Jean Grey," she said again.
"Don't mind her she's just an oblivious idiot!" I told her.
"Hey! You're the one who doesn't notice your friends in the hallway!" Liz countered.
"Well would you be all happy and noticing things if you were going through a move at the time and you hate your parents because of it and you don't feel like you belong anywhere because your stupid mother treats you like you're not there because you made one stupid mistake in the 6th grade which was her fault in the first place because she's the one who kept putting pressure on you so you signed her name to two notes so that everything would be ok!" I yelled at her.
"Actually, I do," Jean said after I was done ranting and raving.
"Well then at least someone understands!" Liz said annoyed. "Because you were talking so fast that my head was about to explode!"
"Sorry that you're the only thing that I can vent my anger with!" I yelled back.
"Hey why are you yelling at me?" she asked me. "Shouldn't we be helping our patient?"
"Oh yeah forgot about that," I said. "So what's—. What do you want now Liz?"
"Can I start this time? Please?" she asked me.
"Fine," I told her.
"Wohoo!" she said. "So what's screwed up with you?" Liz asked.
"Liz!" I yelled at her. "These people we are supposed to be helping have problems they might not be able to handle that kind of harsh talking. They're minds may be in a hard state and they might start crying or turning into the Hulk or something!"
"Well everyone in this story has had some kind of weird problem that is so weird that there isn't a word strong enough to express how weird his or her weirdness is," she said.
"Ok. I didn't understand that and I'm the smart one!" I said.
"Hey!" she said.
"Just shut up and let me handle this!" I yelled at her. "Now why are you here?"
"Because Senator Kelly is making all mutants go to therapy to see if they are stable enough to be re-admitted into the public school program," Jean explained simply.
"So there's no problem. No psycho alternate personality? No OCD? No anything?" Liz asked disappointed.
"Not really unless you count my depression issues," she said.
"Depression as in suicide?" Liz asked Jean.
"Um no!" Jean yelled.
"Just making sure so that we keep you away from Billie Joe Bob Carl Smith the fork," Liz said.
"What?" Jean asked.
"You don't want to know," I told her.
"What would you like to talk about?" Liz asked. "Wait let me guess. How everybody hates you and that you want to go crawl under a rock?"
"No," Jean answered.
"The walls in your world are made out of cotton candy?" Liz tried again.
"Liz that's my sister!" I yelled at her.
"Oh yeah I forgot.
"Obviously!" I yelled at her.
"You're having guy problems like that psycho valley girl that Rae was talking to!" Liz asked.
"No not really I have a boyfriend," she said.
"You want to destroy the world with you legions of minions," Liz said.
"LIZ THAT'S YOU!" I yelled at her.
"Oh yeah," she answered.
"Um actually," Jean said. "I kind of have this dream where I… well you don't want to hear about that."
"Yes we do," Liz said sitting Indian style in front of her with a bag of popcorn.
"Well there's this one dream where I feel like I have so much power. I mean I can destroy the world in 3 seconds flat if I got really mad kind of power. I keep destroying everything and everyone and I like then I drain the energy from stars and inhabited planets," she said.
"Well that was um, interesting," I said.
"Again!" Liz said.
"I really don't like to talk about it," Jean said.
"Oh ok," Liz said. "What other problems did the other people have?" she whispered to me.
"Um, MPD, OCD, ADD, and ADHD," I told her.
"Who had ADD and ADHD?" she asked me.
"Us," I said.
"Hey! Is anyone in there I'm like way late for my session dudes or dudedets who ever you are in there," said a guy on the other side of the door. Liz and I looked at each other.
"Well that was fun. Got to go. Bye. Don't forget to pay the lady at the desk 137.13," I told her as Liz ushered her through the door and our next patient came in.
Well that's it. Sorry it took so long for me to type this up. I really appreciate you sticking with me. Please review. They really keep me going. I try to update it's just that basketball has started and I have problems with my legs and family and then there's school. HI to stray phoenix who got hit by three hurricanes go check out her stuff and review she's really appreciate that. Well only two chapters left bet it's really obvious to who's next!