"Because I should be the only one who looks at you like that," he murmured, his voice dropping low as he steps closer.
Miles Carter is notorious around town for being a player. Miles and his best friend, Finn, have always been well-known for their w...
Please understand this is a story about flawed characters and personal growth. If you want to read a story about perfect characters, this isn't the story for you. Happy reading!
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Dedication: Dysanic for the amazing cover just above! <3
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On a cold morning like this, I am thankful for the heat penetrating from the two coffees I'm holding in each of my hands.
It is a brisk, winter morning as I walk to school, an hour earlier than everyone else. I guess I'm really lucky that my assigned counselling sessions are 7:50-8:50am every Tuesday, giving me ten minutes' spare before classes begin.
Our school uniform is very boring - a plain white polo shirt and navy bottoms. At least in winter, you can style it a little. Today, I chose to wear a skirt, with dark stockings underneath. I have a navy coat draped around my body and a black scarf, which hugs my neck, keeping me toasty warm.
The only sounds around me are my vans hitting the concrete floor as I briskly walk towards the counsellor's office.
EDIT: People keep commenting that this is impossible (having a guidance counsellor see everyone) but as usual, I'm basing this off a real event in my life. My year group had 30 people in it, so it was very possible for that to happen. Everything I write is always based around my world so that's what I go off.
Due to a new suicide prevention regime, it is compulsory for each student to see one of the counsellors that the government employed at the school, at least once a week. I already was meant to have counselling, after what happened eighteen months ago, so it isn't a big deal for me.
Dr Byrnes is extremely nice. She's young - only 24. As she had been counselling me ever since that night, we had become friends. We meet up professionally, but it feels like I am confiding in a friend, not a trained counsellor. It makes things easier.
Opening the door and pushing on it with my hip, I enter her office.
"Bless you and your beautiful soul," Ashley greets me, standing, taking the coffee from my left hand.
"You're welcome," I reply, sitting down into the leather chair, holding my own cup of coffee close to my chest. "It's freezing this morning."
"Isn't it?" she agrees.
She fiddles with the air conditioning remote and soon heat is blasting out. I unwrap my scarf, laying it neatly beside me.
"So, how are you, Miss Collins?"
"I am good - great, actually," I tell her. "Mum is going well at work, Finn's grades are back up. Things are working out."
"All I'm hearing is that your family is going well," Ashley replies, going straight to the point. "What about you? What's your positive change?"
