Layla went straight to her room when she got home. She was so unbelievably angry with her stepmother that she could barely breathe. Why did she have to see a psychiatrist? She was not depressed!

She was sad when her mom died, and she missed her endlessly, but she had had a good relationship with her mom, and when she told Layla that she was dying Layla prepared herself for the worst...

She looked down at her shirt, thinking about the session. "My friends call me Sparrow" "Why?" "Long story". Layla smiled, remembering her 15th birthday party.

She normally did not sing, but her friends loved to, so she had a karaoke party. She had a brand new party dress that was white with brown, gray, and black striped, and she just barely hit five feet tall, even in heels. As if that wasn't enough to make her look like a sparrow... the Eric Clapton song Layla came on the radio, and her friends insisted she sing it. She got up to the microphone and remembered why she did not sing. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a squeaky bird sound. It is a good thing she never got embarrassed easily. Layla stood there and smiled, about to apologize, when her best friend Christy (a bird lover) shouted "Way to go Sparrow!" and everyone cheered. It was priceless. She decided she would tell Dr. Crane that story the next time she saw him...

She was glad that if she had to keep seeing a psychiatrist that he was nice...and cute. No, not cute. GORGEOUS!

This thought made Layla blush a little, even though she was by herself, and no one could actually hear her thoughts.

Still, she thought maybe Dr. Crane could help her. Maybe he could convince her wicked stepmother that she was not depressed. No, it was her dad who thought she was depressed. Her stepmother thought she was crazy, or at least pretended to so her dad would send her to an insane asylum. Too bad for her stepmother that Layla's dad wanted to heard that from a professional. Surely Dr. Crane would tell them she was not depressed, or crazy.

She suddenly realized she could not stop thinking about Dr. Crane. That was just weird. He was her psychiatrist! She could not have a crush on him. That was as bad as having a crush on your teacher, which was so three years ago. Layla decided she would just stop thinking about him (which was not easy). She was convinced it would work, at least until she saw him again.