We are getting closer to an actual Doctor appointment. An actual diagnoses. But I feel everyone should suffer a little while longer. Because basically after he diagnosed, the story will be close to over. And It's less hard to live with once one gets medicated. And once people know why you do the things you do. I had to bring Hal in. Because Hal is just awesome. Way better at dealing with the schools. No way Barry would pull any of that.

I sit patiently, waiting for Uncle Barry to pick up. 'Third time's a charm?' I wait. 'Nope.'

"I'll try your Aunt Iris again."

"I do have other emergency contacts. Uncle Bruce. Uncle Hal. I believe Uncle J'onn and Uncle Clark are on their too. And Aunt Diana and Aunt Shayara should be on the list too." I bat my eyes innocently.

He sighs. He pulls up my file. He reads it carefully. "Hal Jordan is listed first. I'm calling him."

'Whoa. I might have dodged a bullet.'

The phone is on speaker. I await, eagerly, for him to pick up. I smile when I hear his voice.

"Hello?" He asks groggily.

"Mr. Jordan?"

"Who is asking at this hour…?"

I stifle a laugh. "Uncle Hal, it's after 11 am."

"Kid? What's going on?"

"Mr. Jordan. Someone needs to apprehend Wally and discuss his behavior with me."

"He under arrest? School jail? What did he do? And it better not is something stupid like the time when you called Barry because he was licking his own armpit. Or when you made it sound like the end of the world. Oh my god. We have to amputate. He threw up. It's all over him. Oh no. Where is that damn ambulance?" Hal said dramatically. "Meanwhile, there was barely a spot on his shirt. He spit up a little. But Barry had to come all the way down their for your stupid ass'."

Again, I have to cover my mouth to stop from laughing.

"No, sir. You see. Wally participated in a fight today."

"Did he win?"

"Sir. That is unimportant."

"No, bruh. It's actually very important. See, I need to know if he won or not. If I have to kill a little punk ass for hitting on my kid, I need time to plot. There won't be a reason to plot if Wally won. So did Wally win or not?"

"Sir…"

I interrupt my principle. "Yeah. I won Uncle Hal."

"Good for you kid."

"Now I'm sure Wally didn't start the fight. So he's not in any real trouble right? He can just head back to class." Hal tried to persuade.

My principles eyes were about to pop out of his skull. "No. He can't. I don't care that he didn't start the fight. He beat another child senseless. That child had to be rushed to the hospital."

"Why'd you do that Wals?" Hal asked with a lack of sympathy.

"He was making fun of my friend."

"Good reason."

"It is never a good reason to beat someone up."

Hal scoffs. "Says you, dude. I've been best friends with Wally's Uncle Barry since Middle School. And every time someone made fun of him, I beat their ass. If they laid a hand on my homeboy, they were done. Hospitalized. Deathbed. All that shit. Still to this day, no ones gonna fuck with Barry without tangling with me."

"Violence is prohibited on school grounds." Wow. Hal must've gotten under his skin really well.

'He looks mad as hell.'

"And that's the problem with schools right there."

"What's the problem?" My principle snaps.

"Kids can't defend themselves. They have to let themselves get beat up and shit. They raise their first- they in trouble too. And that's stupid. Even in the real world, we are allowed to defend ourselves. Someone is trying to beat our ass' we have a right to fight back or risk getting killed. Stupid."

"Wally screamed at the top of his lungs that he was going to and I quote, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Sounds to me like he has character. An edge if you will."

"What is wrong with you?"

"Quite a bit. I have been told I got some bipolar. Some OCD. Some ADHD. I'm most definitely a sex addict. Throw in some expressive language disorder…."

The school therapist ('When she get here?') interrupts Hal's self-diagnosis. "You were diagnosed with all of those disorders?"

Hal starts laughing. "It's just knowledge baby. You don't need a doctor to tell you something is wrong with you. We can diagnose ourselves and then self-medicate with pot or better yet, alcohol."

"Maybe we should call someone else to come pick up Wally."

"No. I'm like five minutes away. Fuck you. I'm picking him up. Okay, Principle of Douchery?"

"Just come pick Wally up." He slams the phone down. He sighs heavily. "I like dealing with Barry, more." He admits after a few moments of just breathing, deeply.

"Yeah. I bet you do. Uncle Barry tries to keep the peace. Uncle Hal could give two shits."

"Language."

"Oh my god." I huff.

"Wally?" My head snaps up. 'Uge. The school therapist? What the fuck is she even doing in here? I just knew my stupid English teacher would make a big, fucking deal about that stupid song.'

"Your English teacher told me about this brilliant song you are working on in her class. Can I see it?"

'What I just fucking say?' I reach into my pocket and took the folded piece of paper out. I don't unfold it. I just hand it to her.

She smiles as she unfolds it. She begins to read out loud.

"I was daddy's little boy.

I was daddy's little whore.

But, that doesn't matter anymore.

Because now it's true love.

All around.

I'm Uncle's Little boy.

I'm Uncle's Little Innocent sunshine.

Who can tell me what's wrong with me? Who can show me…?

Oh, forget that.

"It's not that good yet." I blurt out. She just keeps smiling and continues to read over the stupid song.

"My head is all over, my brain isn't sober, and the pain feels forever.

Can anyone sever

My issues.

Or tell me, because I sure wish I knew

If these problems had a name.

Because I am starting to think that I am not entirely sane.

I feel so much. I feel so often.

Of every single second, of every single day.

I just can't make the pain go away.

I love so very few people so much that it hurts my heart when we are apart.

And I fear so much that we will grow apart.

They'll leave me.

They are gonna leave me.

But I have the power (that's what I always say) to keep them safe,

Right here in my life.

One minute, you are the best. You are high on my radar.

A shining star

With zero rife in my life.

But then skip a second. You could very well be…

Nothing to me...

A horrid nobody. Dropped. Off. Of. My. Earth.

Best friends today. Enemy's tomorrow.

You would think, that knowing this

I'd try to fix…"

She smiles softly. She sits next to me. I cross my arms. "That's really good Wally. You don't live with your father anymore? Correct."

"No. I don't. So there is no reason to freak out over it. Uncle Barry saved me. It's fine now."

"I think you still hold regret over what happened in that household." She says so calmly. She takes a seat next to me. I jump up.

"Well, you're wrong. So what if my dad snuck into my bedroom at least three times a week! If not more on rare occasions. Like Christmas or my birthday. So what if I learned how to stick a whole cock in my mouth without gagging. So what if I know what it feels like to have a man in my mouth, another in my ass, and another sucking my dick. Who gives a fuck?" I start to laugh and cry. 'I can't breathe.' "So what if my dad only wants to use me for sex or use me to sell. So what if he never loved me enough to care about me. So. So what… So what if…" I use my sleeve to wipe the tears from my eyes. I say, barely audible, "So what if I learned how to have sex at the wrong age." I get slightly louder. "So what if I sleep with anyone that comes along." I squint my eyes shut. I breathe heavily, again. I start speaking even louder. "So what if I lost count on how many people I have slept with." my eyes shoot open. Now I am screaming. "So fucking what if I don't know how many times I fucked." I laugh maniacally as I say, "I don't have a total. And whatever number it is, will just grow. Hey." I point at her. "Wanna fuck me, Miss therapist?"

I'm having trouble regulating my breathing. I didn't even notice Hal enter the room. But he's holding me in his strong arms. I hear him ask them, "what the hell happened? You asshats trying to accomplish what exactly?"

"I was trying to talk with him about a song he's writing in English. He lashed out, like you just witnessed."

My principle adds, "He's been acting… Differently for a while."

"His father did many unspeakable things to him. He might have PTSD." She suggests.

"What are you a doctor? You trying to diagnose him? He's fine. Everyone has moments like that. He's a teenager who has made bad choices. Who suffered as a child. He's entitled to have a freakout, especially with noisy teachers all up in his business. Don't turn this into something it's not."

"Sir, I am a doctor. I know the signs of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Your a school nurse." Hal accuses. "You couldn't even make it in a real office."

"I'm actually a psychologist."

"A therapist?" Hal questions.

She only nods.

"You can't even prescribe medication. And again, You work for a school. Your, just not, a real doctor. Don't try to tell me Wally is imperfect."

"I'm not saying he's imperfect. PTSD is perfectly okay to have. I believe he subjected that other boy to what he wishes he could have done to his father."

Hal looks at me.

He tilts my head up. 'is he looking for bruises?' I want to stop crying.

"Or that other boy just really pissed him off. Another thing wrong with the schools. A kid can't get angry without you thinking he got some mental problem."

"I thought you were someone who would promote a mental illness. Seeing as you self diagnose yourself with so many."

"That's different. I know I'm not crazy. Just like I know Wally ain't crazy. I live a normal life. I have my dream job as a fighter pilot. It's just sometimes I have a tendency to act like I have a disorder. Wally is a normal kid. Maybe he resembled something today. But you can't diagnose someone with one instance. Some little punk was making fun of his friend. He snapped. It happens. Stop turning this into a bigger deal than it is. Now. Hope long is Wally suspended for?"

"Three weeks." My principal said, harshly.

I cry harder. "I'm sorry I got into that fight." I think I'm begging.

"It's okay Wally. Don't worry about it." He breaks his gaze from me to my principal. "You know it takes two to tango, right? Well, it also takes two to fight!" Hal smiles. "The other boy is getting suspended as well, correct?"

"The other boy is in the hospital. Isn't that punishment enough?"

"Oh, why? Is he dead? Does he now shit out of his mouth and piss out of his ass? Oh I know, he's just a head floating in a liquid substance-barely Alive. Did they have to turn his dick inside out to replicate a vagina? Or is his pecker just a piece of wood- unusable. No, wait. I know: he has to wear a plug in his dickhole and asshole. Or is it…"

"Sir. We get it." My principal interrupts.
"No. I don't think you do. You better suspend the other kid." He looks down at me. "I'm taking him home." He notices the paper in the school therapist hand. "Is that his song?" She nods and hurriedly hands him the paper. "Thanks." He stands tall and helps me up. "Let's get you out of here, Wally."

We walk out of the room and down the hall. Hal chatting excitedly about his job as a fighter pilot- his latest adventure or something.

"... Then I jumped out of the plane and flipped my way onto the roof. I ran to the edge and jumped. I landed on the ground (without a scratch, might I add) and looked up. The plane was about to crash into the water tower. I used my gun, shot it at the plane. And right before it hit the tower. Boom. The plane exploded. I saved the day Kiddo."

"Good for you Hal." I said as I looked around for his car. He laughed

"You know I didn't drive here and got here as fast as I did."

"Right." I go to the alley nearby. Hal followed closely behind. I awaited for him to transform into his alter ego, Green Lantern.

He waited until we were high in the sky before asking me his burning question. The question that burns everyone's fucking throats lately. "Something wrong with you Wally?"

"No. I'm better. I was tired before. But Now I'm all better."

"And you actually believe that? Wally, I only hear that you've been acting out for a couple of months. I've been super busy. I've been meaning to stop by and check on ya."

"Could of called."

Hal smiles, sadly. "Your right. I could of. I should of." He looks at the paper in his hand. "Can I read this?"

"Free country. Am I right?" I smile up at him.

He looks over the words.

"Ha. you rhymed whore with anymore. Good. I like that. Whoe. You got three rhymes in a row here. Over, Sober, and forever. That's so cool." His eyes bug out. "No. Four. Sever rhymes. Awesome.

I start to laugh. No one can stay mad around Uncle Hal.

"Day and away. Another one."

"Uncle Hal." I can't stop giggling.

"Heart and apart… Radar and Star. You are just a little rhymer ain't you?" He looks hard at the next line. "Okay. Rife and life rhyme. But it's not a good one if you make up the word."

"What?"

"Well, you could of used strife. That's a real word and it rhymes with life."

I roll my eyes. "Rife is a real word Uncle hal."

"Oh yeah smart guy, what's it mean?" Hal smirks.

Again, I roll my eyes. "A common thing that's unwanted."

"Oh. That is good. You make the word up?"

"No. Look it up. It's a real word."

He takes out his phone. He glares, jokenly at me. "Oh okay. You are right. It is a real word."

"Just finish reading it already."

He looks back over the song. "Ooo. Oh yeah. Be and me. And ending it with two words that don't rhyme but sound nice together. Nice job so far, Wally. I can't wait to see the finish product."

"I'm not a writer."

"Looks like you might be, kiddy."

I smirk. "Can we go to Walmart and you buy me candy?"

"Oh. I have to buy you candy." He laughs along with me.

"Well yeah. I'm broke."

"Well so am I. Bruce is the rich one. Or did you forget?"

"Please, Uncle Hal. I'll love you forever."

"You don't love me now?"

'Hmmm. Never thought about that. Do I? Oh, my. I really don't know.' "Of course, I do. But remember. I'm cute. Ooo, and I can just go and tell Uncle Barry that you let me drink and smoke."

"Oh, you are cute. A cute, little blackmailer. I'll buy you candy, Hotshot."

"You should of brought a car."

"I needed to get there quick. They were picking on one of my favorite boys."

I waved him off. "I think they just like to pick on me."

"Well, Wally. Licking your own armpit is serious shit. You might lick too much deodorant off. And get sick."

"I was nine, Uncle Hal. I wasn't wearing deodorant yet." And then I giggled, remembering the events that followed.

"What you laughing at, killer?"

"You and Aunt Shay."

"Why's that?" He mocked.

"Don't you remember. You two came down to my school." I laugh again. I can't contain it. "You guys stood in front of the principal and with the most stoik expressions, just started licking your armpits. And then you stopped and said, if he starts doing this. You licked Aunt Shay's armpit. And then finished by saying, to other students, you then have got a problem."

"Her deodorant taste good."

"Hal."

He ignores me. I can't help but roll my eyes. "Walmart. Left or right?"

"Left. Duh!"

He scoffs. Fake hurt on his face. "I don't live in Central City."

"Didn't you use to?"

"No. Keystone."

"So Uncle Barry use to get bullied? You guys never told me about that!." 'why didn't they tell me. I love Uncle Barry no matter what.'

"Yeah. Um… Okay, I'll tell you. But don't tell Barry. He doesn't like to relive it."

"Okay. Secret time." 'I'm trusted.' A content, warm feeling settles in my chest.

"Well. I wasn't friends with Barry at first. He was just invisible. No one talked to him. Then, his parents happened. His mom was murdered. His dad was believed to commit the crime. You know that. And you and I now know that Zoom killed his mother and grabbed his father. But back then, heroes didn't exist yet. Supervillains weren't a thought. There was a Green Lantern before me, but he didn't protect Earth. I don't know why. Superman is a few years older than your uncle and me. He was a freshmen in high school I believe when we were in sixth grade. He didn't reveal himself until he was like a Jr or Sr. So. Anyway. When Barry testified in front of the whole town and told everyone that a man dressed in yellow, faster than anyone he's every scene is responsible for his mother's death… Well. No one believed him."

We stop on the roof of the Walmart. I sit with my legs crossed. He takes a seat in front of me.

"But now he was a Target. I was one of the most popular kids in school. But I wasn't a total jackass like the people I called friends. Well, I walked in on my supposed friends bullying Barry in the bathroom. I was surprised. I didn't want it to look like I was helping Barry. So I called out: teacher. They all rushed out of the bathroom. And so did I. They were so busy trying to escape before my fictional teacher caught them that they didn't notice me slip back into the bathroom. I walked towards him. He was sitting with his knees to his chest and hugging his legs."

Hal just stops. "Go on. Please. What happened." I beg.

"I did ask him if he was okay. But he didn't answer me. I said fine. I won't help you again. I was about to leave. But I heard him start to cry again. I turned back around and sat next to him. I sat there for a long time before I spoke. I said sorry about what happened to your parents. He looked up at me and actually smiled. I asked him, because I was a little weirded out, why he was smiling. He said I was the first to say sorry. I smiled back at him. I said that I'm also sorry about what my friends did to him. He looked down at his jeans and I saw it. I assumed they shook him when he was trying to pee. I still don't know if that's what happened. But it's a good assumption. I took my shorts out of my bag. I took my jeans off and handed then to him. I told him to dry is underwear off under the hand dryer and then put my jeans on. I just let him keep those. I put my shorts on."

"so that's how you two became friends?"

"No. Not exactly. In fact, I told him that it didn't mean we were friends. I was cool Wally. Barry wasn't. So you know how dumb kids can be. I would talk to him in private and each time I reminded him that we were not friends. He was made fun of by my supposed friends constantly. I just stood in the background. And then I did something I regretted. They caught me talking to Barry. They called me a loser lover, so I freaked out and beat the hell out of Barry. And then after that, we didn't speak. I actually missed him. I would watch him walk past my friends and I and they called him names or pushed him. I did nothing to stop it. I was just a stupid, scared kid. Then, one day, my friends were making fun of me for wanting to be a fighter pilot. It hurt. But I laughed like it didn't. Barry overheard. Apparently. We ran into each other later that particular day and started talking like I never bullied him. I eventually apologized and begged him for forgiveness. I told him I didn't want to be an outcast like him. He didn't acknowledge any of that. He just told me that he thinks my dream of wanting to be a fighter pilot was the coolest. He encouraged me. He said that he thought I have the willpower to fight injustice. And I was inspired. The next day my "friends" were hurting my true friend. And I stood up for him. That was the first time I defended him, but certainly not the last. I told them, if they mess with Barry Allen, they mess with Hal Jordan. He still got made fun of, time from time. But, eventually, I vanquished the dickheads. I was still madly popular. And soon enough, when we got into high school, Barry was just as poplar. Smart wasn't really cool when we were kids. So I made Barry hide his brains from the other students. Nowadays, it's lame to be a moron. And super cool to be a brainiac. If Barry and I were kids today, Barry probably be saving me from bullies. I'm dumb as shit."

I laugh. 'Uncle Barry has a pretty tough childhood too.' "Your not dumb Hal. Though, maybe you are. You have a sixteen year old doing your taxes."

"Okay smart ass." Hal ruffles my hair. "Let's get some candy in you. He flies us to the back of the store. No one saw us land. Where Green Lantern was standing became my Uncle Hal. We waltzed back around to the front of the store and slipped in a door.

Hal grabbed a cart. I stood still. 'i shouldn't go in.' I take a deep breath. 'i want lotion. No. I need lotion.' I look at Hal. "Hal. Go to the candy isle. I'll meet you there. Hal shrugged. I waited until he departed. I grabbed a cart and walked to the lotions. I grabbed a bunch and put them in my cart. Then I grabbed the one I actually wanted and placed it on top. Then I saw the colognes. I repeated the action. I saw the watch I wanted out of the corner of my eye. "A smart watch?" My eyes perked up. I had to make this look natural. "Maybe I'll get you too." I put a few of them in my cart. 'I need a blind spot. Where did I steal those DVDs last month?' I couldn't remember until it smacked me in the face. 'Toys.' I smile. I walk to the back of the store, normally. I needed to maintain a normal pace to ease suspicion. Once I got back there, I pretended to look at the action figures for a few minutes until I was ready. I double checked to make sure no camera could see me. I brought a action figure to my cart. I quickly grabbed the lotion. I continued to look at the action figure. I said, "Hmm." I slipped the lotion in my pocket. I did the same thing to the colognes. The watch on the other hand, was harder. I grabbed a new action figure. I placed it in my cart. I opened the top of the watch package and then placed it back down. I looked at the back of the action figure. I put it down, my pointer pointing at the words on the back. I look up and behind me. I grab the watch. I pull it out of the packaging. I drop it. I grab a new action figure of the shelf, leaving the other one in my cart. I was able to get the watch it off the package completely. I slipped it in my pocket. I look around, naturally. I say, quietly, but loud enough for any prying ears to hear, "I don't really need you guys." I put all the smartwatches and the opened package on the shelf behind some toys. Suddenly, I said, "well, I have to pee." To no one. I walked to the bathroom, semi quickly. I leave my cart unattended. I walked into the handicap stall. I snatch the watch from my pocket and slip it in my wrist. Then I put the lotion and cologne in my underwear. I moved it around until it was comfortable. I flushed the toilet and walked to the sinks. I washed my hands. I looked to make sure no one was in the bathroom. "Lucky break." I grab my cell phone, I put it to my ear. (My new cell phone.) I walk outside and loudly say, "fine, I'm on my way. We'll get what we actually came for and go home." I leave the cart, full of my decoys, and walk to the candy isle.

I spot Hal… with a cart, literally full, of candy. "Thought you were broke?"

"I am. But Bruce ain't. I forgot. I still have his credit card."

I chuckle. And then shake my head. I throw some airheads into the cart and start walking towards the resisters. Hal sticks the card into the credit card machine and says credit to the girl. She tells him which button to push and he does. We walk behind the store with our cart.

'I never make a mistake?' I dropped the lotion and cologne out of my pants. It just fell. 'It never falls.' I start to gasp for air. I hear him ask it. 'No. No. Noooo.'

"D.I.D Y.O.U S.T.E.A.L T.H.A.T?" It was so unbelievably slow.

"No. I mean I did. But I didn't want to." I blurt out.

"Oh yeah. Then why'd you do it?"

"Because of Dick."

"Dick?" Hal questions, only semi faster than before.

"Yeah. He told me that we can't be friends unless I steal for him."

"Your kidding?"

"No Hal. Don't bother confronting him, he'll just lie like he did when I told Bruce and Barry. Barry said if I bring it up again, I'm grounded. And Bruce said I won't be allowed at the manor anymore. So please don't tell them I spoke of it again. Just let me continue doing this for Dick. I wanna be his friend still."

"Friends don't force friends to commit crimes."

"You don't believe me either." I cry out. I wipe the tears with my right hand.

"I do Wally. Calm down. Of course, I believe you. I'll figure out a way to get you out of this. How about we record Dick making you steal?"

"That's a great idea."

So those were actual things that happened to my brother and the basic school reaction. My brother licked his own armpit and they freaked out. My dad made us all go down to the school, my mom, me, him, and my brother. He was like as a family. And we licked our armpits. And my dad did to my mom what Hal did to Shay. And, I had spit up a little and they wanted to send me home, sick. My mom was like, send her ass back to class. This was just to prove schools, more than half of the time, freak out over stupid things. So when they are on to something, no one wants to believe them. Because remember- everyone has perfect kids. Ha. So. Did anyone get a guess? R&R. Hope you guys are enjoying!