Biting Shadows: "I looked at the ground from the cold leather seat of the therapist's office. 'The therapist.' Ha. Like I don't know the guy. I guess I'm just rolling into character. Wait no, not character. Just me being stupid. Never mind.
I'm pretty sure she's about to walk in.
Marissa reported dutiful from the cell phone she carried every where. She's been watching the girl--Gretchen?--all day. The only thing she wouldn't tell me is anything about her appearance which happened to be the only thing I needed from her. She said that I'll know who she is when I see her. God, My life is annoying. Or just my... family(?). Or what-ever they are. A lot of them wanted to play a long with me.
'Gretchen Johnson?' A soft voice seemed to question from the window. I closed my eyes and let that voice circle me for a minute. It was cool and soft and scratchy in the best way. Not what I had expected. But I guess I had to get used to it. Though it wasn't my choice.
'Ah, yes. It seems you have the three o'clock for the new program?' Margret replied pretending to run through files for her information we didn't have. 'Just have a seat next to Robin on in the waiting areas.'
There was a quick silence. Ha. She was about as excited as me. Grand. 'Sure.'"
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