Harry gave me a look through the window, making me feel ashamed. I know, I was suppose to feel ashamed. "What the hell was that?" He asked me. "Uh, I saw Marlene and I became very angry so I threw my anger on her." Harry shakes his head. "And I'm the immature one." He said sarcastically. "Okay, okay, okay." I backed down. "By the way...read this book we all got for you personally." He rolled his eyes and left. It was called How to Deal with Emotions. I read and I became bored with it, so I threw the book on the ground and watched TV. Harry came back and he wasn't very ecstatic to see me watching TV. "You need the "Dealing with Emotions" classes. And I know exactly where that is." He drags me to his car and he drives me to a rehab center. "I'm not an alcoholic dude." I told him. "The classes are held here." Harry smiles and pushed me to the hallway. Then, some security dude came up to me. "Must be an alcoholic." "I'm not!" I raised my voice. "Shut up! There is some sessions going on." He hissed. "Sorry." Just then I went in a room with a bunch of people I never seen in my whole life. "Welcome Louis." The lady said. She was average height, had bad teeth, and is wearing some ugly pink sweats with a tank top (which doesn't match). "My name is Nora and I'll be the person top help you to deal with your emotions." She smiles. Ugh, I hate her already. "Everybody, this is Louis and he'll be joining us for the next 13-14 weeks." No one said a word. Oh my gosh....13-14 weeks, why didn't Harry tell me this?! "We'll be here everyday except Sundays. The hours of these sessions is 8 o'clock in the morning to 6 o'clock in the evening." Nora says. Oh man, my life would be wasted. "What happens if you go to school?" "Don't worry, I made sure that all of your teachers know this and you'll be getting your work here to work on. Isn't this session gonna be fun?" Nora says. Again, no one said a word. "All right, let's start to bond, you know, to get to know each other. Pick out partners and I'll tell you the next direction." I was left with a girl who I didn't know her name. This is what she looks like.
"I'm getting to work with this wimp." She rolled her eyes. I growled under my breath. "What's your name?" She asked, obviously not interested. "Louis. Yours?" "Rebekah. Or Becky for short." She sighs, playing with her lip piercings. "Uh, okay. So where do we-" All of the sudden, Rebekah had more of an interest in her hair than on the bonding activity. "I don't do that crappy shit." She blurts. "Um, okay." I hate this already and my life is slowly wasting away. It was 6 o'clock and we got to leave. "Hey Rebekah, can I ride with you?" I asked. "Sure. My sister is coming shortly." Then her sister came in her Mustang. This is what the sister looks like.
What's up with them dying their hair? Her sister moved her hair and she had like 9 piercings in one ear! "The session was damn crappy, wasn't it?" She asked Becky. "Yeah, you got that right again." "Who's with you?" "Oh, that's Louis, my freakin' bonding partner. Why would my damn parents put me in this damn class?" "Don't know, but they're gone, remember?" "Oh yeah." "May I please have a ride?" I begged. "Sure. Forgot, name's Mackenzie." She said. "Nice to meet you." I said. We drove for a while. "Uh, aren't I suppose to be home?" "Oh, you'll be soon." Mackenzie said, snickering. What was that laughing all about? Then we heard police sirens. "Drive faster Kenzie." Rebekah ordered. She drove up to 110 mph. "Shit, the gas is running low!" Mackenzie hissed loudly. She then drove into an abandoned building, thus crashing into the window. "Come on Becky!" I heard. "Woah, woah, woah, what about me here?" I asked, getting angry. Becky pointed a machete at me. "Bitch, you better not tell anyone what happened." She then took her stuff and in less than a minute, both Mackenzie and Rebekah were gone. I was in pain, physically and emotionally. What would Harry think of me now? Just then the police cars surrounded the car, and handcuffed me.