Here it is, I love cliffhangers. I'm talking about my last chapter ok. Review please!
Jazz sat down in her chair as the collage boy just laid down, resting his head on his hands as he looked up at the ceiling.
"Everyday at school I never talk to anyone, I always just go with the flow. My life is always a cycle swirling around like a top. My anger has nothing to do with my parent's death like my foster parents think, it's just that I don't trust anyone after what happened to my real family," admitted Mike.
"Well...why not?" asked Jazz, "What happened to your real family?"
"I told ya, an accident. There was a bomb inside and I was trying to find my family, but I couldn't find em. I looked everywhere and then soon I heard a bang and..." finished Mike as Jazz nodded.
"How'd the bomb get inside?" asked Jazz.
"S...Someone wanted to kill...my friend," explained Mike.
"Who was your friend?" asked Jazz.
"I don't remember, but I know some details," said Mike.
"What details?" asked Jazz.
"Well, she was wearing yellow and red, that's all I can remember," rubbed Mike.
"Ok, does anyone know about this?" asked Jazz.
"You're the only one that knows this," nodded Mike as Jazz jotted down notes.
"I see, is there anything else you'd like to say?" asked Jazz.
"Yeah, it's my foster parents, they're always nagging on me like there's something wrong with me. I'm fine, it's just that they don't understand my life, how I feel, and what I have to go through," said Mike.
"Why don't you think they'd understand?" asked Jazz.
"Cause they don't, they think I'm still in trouble with my real parents and I already gotten over it. I mean, I miss em and wish they'd be here, but I'm not troubled by it anymore, time to move on. Don't they know I already gotten through my worries, that I've got other problems to deal with," complained Mike as he crossed his arms.
"Mike, maybe you should tell your foster parents," suggested Jazz.
"I did Jazz, but they won't listen...sorry, I mean Miss Fenton," corrected Mike as he smacked his forehead.
"It's ok, I don't mind," smiled Jazz looking at her name tag.
"Really thanks," smiled Mike.
"So, why won't they listen?" asked Jazz.
"That's who they are, they think that every time I come home with a scowl on my face, indicates that I'm having trouble just because of my dead family!" crossed Mike as he suddenly looked down, "why won't they listen like you do?"
"I don't know, but if you want someone to talk to, you can talk to me," smiled Jazz as Mike smiled back.
"I never could find someone comfortable to talk to, you're the only one who listens to me and understands me. Maybe this whole therapy thing wasn't a bad idea after all," smiled Mike as he sat up on the cot.
"Ok, come back to me tomorrow, and we'll see how you do for the next several days," winked Jazz as Mike left out the door.
The foster parents came to see Jazz to see how Mike and Dav were coming as Jazz sat comfortably and explained. This was her first job and one of her students was her little brother who has amnesia and doesn't know that she's his sister, but knew she had to tell him sometime.
"How's Dav coming along?" asked the foster mom Jlora (glora).
"He's doing fine, but I'll need to meet with him tomorrow," said Jazz nervously.
"Oh, what about Mike?" asked Jlora.
"He thinks no one understands him, he'll need to meet with me for the next few days ok," said Jazz.
"Mike is a really good kid, he just doesn't have anyone to talk to," explained Jlora.
"Which is why he needs to meet with me for the next few days. I also need to meet with you too, he doesn't seem comfortable to talk to you," said Jazz.
"I know, he really misses his parents, it's troubling him so..." said Jlora.
"It's not his parents, it's his trust towards you. According to him, you don't seem to listen to what he says when he tries to explains his problems," explained Jazz.
"I see, when do you want me to come again?" asked Jlora.
"After my conference with Mike and Dav," answered Jazz as Jlora nodded and left out the door.