Thank you guys for reading and following my story. I hope you guys like this chapter. It's a little longer than usual but I think you guys will like it. I got a little help from my cousin Michaela. I will be updating daily from now hopefully I don't get writing block.

** Present Time**

"You hold a lot of resentment in your small stature" Kyle laughs.

"Shut the fuck up," Claire shoots back and rolls her eyes. She is not in the mood to joke around today. She has deadlines to meet and a paper to review. School is not as easy for her as other kids. Even though she's advanced doesn't mean she has it easy. Claire sighed and went back to work.

Economics isn't a fun subject but arguing that's what Claire thrives on. She began working on her paper about how she believes using different economic strategies Boston could improve their economy. Busy just reviewing and highlighting her research, she paused and looked up to see her teacher Mr. Stratus walking towards her.

"Good afternoon sir," Claire said as she was still busy typing away at her keyboard.

"Good afternoon Claire I hate to distract you from your work but I was just informed that they need you down in the counseling and information wing." he replies.

"No problem I'll go right after I finish up this paragraph." Claire smiles and Mr. Status returns the warm gesture and walks away.

Claire begins walking to the wing while daydreaming about what kind of forms her family missed now, and enters the big room looking around for the secretary Ms. Jennings.

After looking around and checking the schedule she became confused when she realized that Ms. Jennings is on her lunch break. She walks over to ask the secretary for the counseling department if she knew what she was called down for, and if she could give her the forms that she may have missed.

The secretary smiles and says, "actually Dr. Listone (the counselor) needs to see you in his office he also says it's a pressing matter and to come right away." The secretary smiles sweetly and tries to give Claire a reassuring look when she starts looking really confused and nervous.

"Why do I have to see him 'mam?" Claire asks as calmly as she can muster. She never had to see the counselor before except during the first week of school, which is completely normal, and she barely able to get through that without blowing the whole thing up.

The secretary kindly reminds her not to worry and to take a seat in the waiting area.

Claire patiently waits for Dr. Listone tapping her finger lightly on the arm of the chair. She could feel her nerves rising as the anxiety grew in the pit of her stomach.

She never likes the counselors they always push and never resolve anything. Plus she knows what she's doing. Why would she want to take advice from someone whose never been in her shoes, and has a perfect life?

Dr. Listone enters the waiting area and offers Claire a warm smile of encouragement.

Slowly Claire rising out of her seat returns the smile and enters the overly comforting room. She looks around and is instantly sickened. Each inch of the wall is covered in awfully dramatized posters. With each poster she grew more hatred to the counselor and she desperately wants to get out of the room.

Dr. Listone took a seat across from her. She could sense his nervousness as he adjusted his glasses. "I have some unfortunate news. A detective from the Boston homicide unit is here to talk to you along with a medical examiner. I wasn't able to talk with them about the details because of confidentiality, but if there's anything you need to tell me you can trust me. I also want you to remember that when you wear that uniform you're not only representing yourself but the school too. Remember to be honest and respectful. I am always here for you," he checked the file in front of him for her name then continued, "Claire I have a feeling I've never been in you're shoes before but whatever it is don't be afraid to come to me."

Claire tried to control the sickness she was experiencing. She sourly tried to give the Doctor a look of reassurance and got out of her chair.

Dr. Listone escorted her down the hall to a cold conference room.

Instantly she smelled roses, violet and vanilla then she realizes that it is coming from the women on the end of the table on the right.

Taking a seat she freezes after taking a good look at the two ladies she remembers a week ago when she almost got caught. She glanced over and recognized the women sitting just left of the overly dressed women on the right that was wearing way to much perfume...

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