Hey, you guys. Sorry about the late update. Let me clarify on the last chapter, she meant she was going to eat at Dinner, not at lunch because they would not let her skip a days worth of meals.
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After the whole food-thing at lunch I realized that I had some time on my hands before art therapy, which was just a time when we were allowed to use any sort of artistic supply to express how we feel. Or some bullshit like that.
Trust me, it does not work. I hate psycho babble spit from the mouths of arrogant doctors with a degree from some preppy school.
Tracing the tiles on the floor, I slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor. I attempted to sleep, but failed, so now I guess I could just continue to sit here till therapy in an hour.
Holy hell, no wonder why people here are crazy. They turn stark raving mad because there is nothing to DO.
An active Rachel Raven Gem Roth is a happy one.
By the time it was time for therapy I was seriously considering breaking out. Too bad that I was escorted to the art room or I might've gone through with my plan. When I got there, a few people were already in there. I knew that this class was small because, well, it was supposed to be a small class.
I spotted Kori, and Richard over in the far corner sitting at the same table, both painting. The mysterious silver eyed boy sat by himself near the door, sculpting some clay. Some guy I'd never seen before was talking with Dr. Stone, who worked here, and apparently monitored the art therapy.
On closer inspection I noted that the boy, about the same age as me, had green hair, and was easerly motioning to the paint.
"Paint is the shit, man!" He said as he gathered some in his arms. Dr. Stone smiled and continued talking to him.
"Gar, watch your language. And you do know that the paint is supposed to be for the patients, right? Though, I'm not going to be surprised if you tell me you actually are a patient." I could hear his smirk, as well as see it, as 'Gar' pouted.
I sat myself at the only table near the windows, and grabbed a blank piece of paper. Snagging, a mechanical pencil I started sketching something random.
So distracted, I didn't notice someone approaching until they had made themselves comfortable in the chair across from me. Looking up, I noticed it was Gar.
"Can I help you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged, and I took the time to get a closer inspection. He had forest green eyes, and peach skin. His green hair was shaggy, and reached just below his neck. He was mildly attractive, and had a toothy smile.
"What're you sketchin'?" He nosed. It was my turn to shrug. His mouth twitched upwards, amused.
"Well, I'll see you around. Dr. Stone is motioning for me." He got up, and I caught him muttering about being made to do 'some stupid lazy doctors work, this was not what I was hired for'. I stifled an amused snicker as he left, and continued the sketch.
Twenty minutes later when therapy was over, I left.
On the desk that I had left lie a picture that suspicously resembled the guy who'd left with Dr. Stone.