Chapter 8
The next day, Tenzin took Korra to a therapy clinic. It was a one story house that was converted into a psychiatric organization. It wasn't exactly the fanciest business, compared to the other high maintenance and expensive clinics. The white siding was dirty, broken and falling off, the windows looked like they haven't been cleaned in ages. The stairs leading to the front door were rotting and loose, the shingles were falling off the roof, the gutter was dirty and filled with gunk and wet leaves, the lawn looks like it hasn't been mowed for like two months, bushes were overgrown, and ivy has enveloped the house.
"Wow, what a nice place." Korra said sarcastically.
"It's all I can afford, Korra. And you said so yourself that you need this," Tenzin pointed out.
Korra sighed. "Your right. I committed to this, and I'm gonna go through with it," said Korra with her head held high.
When they walked in, they were expecting the inside to be just as beat up as outside. Instead, it was really nice. The floors were hard wood, the walls were smooth beige with a white trim, there were about ten, studded, red leather chairs with cherry wood arm rests, set up around the room. The front desk was a black and white granite counter top with a slide window. There was a sign above the sliding window that read: Signup Here.
Korra and Tenzin stopped gawking at the elegance of the clinic and went to go sign up for a year of sessions. The lady at the counter looked up from the paper work she was doing.
"May I help you?" she put on a smile
"I would like to signup Korra for a year of therapy sessions." Tenzin motioned toward Korra who smiled and waved.
"Okay, then." She gave Tenzin a form and clipboard. Tenzin finished filling out the form and handed it to the receptionist.
"… Your first therapy session, Korra, Will begin tomorrow at 11am," she put the form in a file cabinet, "And that will be $52.40, please." Tenzin handed her the cash, then he and Korra left to go home.