Author's Note: I am absolutely sorry about the long delay. I had the longest writers block ever. It frustrated me. I didn't want to just write something and it post. I want to write something authentic. Now that summer is here, I have plenty of time to have a fluent updating on the story.

FYI: The story is almost done. I'm going to say five to six chapters. But don't worry, I already have ideas four my fourth story.

Dawson was walking down the street looking for an unfamiliar building. When he found the building, he took a deep breath and walked into it. As he entered the building, the secretary spotted him right away.

"Can I help you?" The secretary asked.

"I'm here for the…" His voice became secretive, "I'm here for the anger management class."

"Just head down the hall and it's the first room on the left." She directed.

"Thanks." Dawson said bluntly.

Today was his first day for his anger management class. He was so reluctant to go, but he had no real choice. If he did not attend these classes, he would end up expelled from school.

Moreover, senior year was almost over; it would be over in about three months. He would graduate and move on to his future. It would seem stupid if rebelled against his punishment and not be able to graduate.

He walked into class, the room was gloomy and genuine. Dawson had always imagined these kinds of places to cheerful and imaginative, but it was completely different. Nonetheless, in the room he saw many teenagers around his age. Although these kids looked average, Dawson realized that they had anger issue too. After realizing that he was not alone, Dawson still felt uncomfortable.

Time past and the session was started. There were about eighteen kids in the room and they all got into a circle. Then the instructor took a seat right in the middle of the circle.

"Hello, my name is Charles Finley and I am the instructor for the class… You all came here searching to solve your anger problems. Just so I get this out in the open, if you guys are willing to change, I am willing to help. More importantly, what is said in this room is confidential. No one should repeat anything to anyone…" Mr. Finley started.

Dawson was not really paying any attention. He just thought that if he sat down and did not say anything, then maybe this two-month process would be easy.

"Now," Mr. Finley continued, "some of you were in the class last month and some of you are new. When these sessions start, we usually sit down in the circle, like this, and we explain why we are here… Why don't we start with a last-month's-member and for you new members, you can listen and see how it is done… Teresa, would like to start?"

"Sure," the girl, stood up, "My name is Teresa Ashburton, I'm seventeen years old and I have anger management problem. Even though I do not look like a threat, I used to get angry quite easily. A wrong answer could set me off."

As the girl continued, Dawson hoped he would not have to explain his life story to the class. These people were strangers and Dawson did not feel obligated to tell them his deepest secretes.

Nonetheless, Dawson noticed that no one else felt obligated to tell their life story. One teen boy had a problem with anger because of his father. This young teen girl had anger issues because of her friend's death. Another older member had infuriated because he felt like he never had a true family.

These stories were sympathetic, but they were nothing like Dawson's story. When Dawson compared his life with theirs, he didn't feel that he had an anger problem.

"Okay, next." Mr. Finley said.

Dawson realized it was his turn. He had no idea what to say or how explain his life. He knew that his story would sound stupid and selfish in contrast.

"Oh." Dawson said hesitant. He stood up and glared at the group nervously, "My name is Dawson Leery and I'm seventeen years old."

Dawson started to feel anxious. When Dawson had eye contact with the room, it felt like everyone was judging him. Dawson assumed that these people were judgmental and critical.

"Are you nervous?" Mr. Finley said concerned.

"Kind of." Dawson understated. He was immensely nervous and he felt like running out of the room.

"That's okay." Mr. Finley comforted.

"I really don't have that much to say." Dawson confessed.

"Why is that?" Mr. Finley speculated.

"Well, when I listened to everyone else, my story is nothing compared to theirs. I mean when you listen to my life, everyone will probably think that I'm just a complainer." Dawson elaborated.

"So you don't think you have a problem with violence?" Mr. Finley questioned.

"Actually, I think I'm the last person who results to violence." Dawson pondered.

"So, you don't get into fights, arguments, or you don't get frustrated easily." Mr. Finley wondered.

"Not really… Well, not exactly fights. I would more likely call them disagreements." Dawson stated.

"So you don't feel like" The girl, Teresa, intervened, "you're life is always difficult and confusing."

"No it's just…" Dawson tried to debate, but he was interrupted again.

"You don't feel like your life sucks and you have absolutely no one to talk to." Another boy said.

"Well…" Dawson said.

However, Mr. Finley barged in, "And instead showing your real emotions, you consult to violence. The only way to control your life is if you stay angry all the time."

"STOP!..." Dawson shouted, "I get angry and frustrated easily. Sure, sometimes I use my fist, but it does not mean I have an anger problem. But when I try to explain, no one listens to me and everyone thinks I'm a jerk. I even think I'm a jerk…"

Dawson stopped speaking because he had the biggest revelation ever. As the years went by, he had less people to talk to. He had less people to comfort him. He had less people to trust. Moreover, Dawson was angry because he was all alone.

"And I guess," Dawson continued, "I have an anger management problem."

Author's Comment: Don't forget to post a review. Be completely honest and since the story is almost done. Tell me if you have an ideas about the fourth story.