she looked at the circle of angry/depressed teens, all of them shooting death glares at another. she didn't like it. her eyes landed on the only chair not occupied by someone else. it was right next to a boy with green hair. she could've sworn she had seen him before, but she didn't know where, or when. she plopped down in the seat next to him, and started fiddling with the ends of her straight, purple hair whenever the boy next to her cleared his throat. she nearly jumped out of her seat. "I like your hair." he mumbled, looking at the ground as he spoke. "thanks." she said, flashing him a small smile. he really was attractive. he had bright green eyes, plump pink lips, and a cute little button nose that reminded her of a kittens. "I'm michael, by the way." his voice was velvety, yet throaty at the same time. she loved it. "carmen." she stated, sticking out her hand for him to shake. he took it, and kindly shook it before placing it back in her lap. "are you new to this support group?" he asked, shifting his intense green gaze to her. "yeah." she mumbled, kicking at the carpet with her converse. "my parents think I'm depressed." she said. "oh, I see. so are you actually depressed, or just sad?" he asked catiously. she knew in that moment that he was probably the exact same as she was. she now noticed the slumped over position of the boy, his pale wrists adorned in bracelets. he stared guiltily down at them, before flitting his eyes back up to her. "well?" he huffed, obviously annoyed at this point. "I don't know, you tell me smart one would I be here if I wasn't depressed?" I snapped. he scoffed, turning around as the group leader had just come in and the group was about to begin.