Third week at Discovery High School.

This marked the third Monday in a row that I had sat in Counselor Cromwell's sterile office and had to watch her attempt at a sympathetic expression.  Which was really weird.  Behind those bone-rimmed glasses, her eyes were even bigger than they really were, and she rolled them at me every time, the corners of her lips drooping like she was trying to mimic a kicked puppy.

Like, seriously, was her plan to get all the secrets of my life out of me through regret?

I didn't know her, I didn't care about her, and most of the time I just wanted to fuck...