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[color=00aac4]”Okay. Why don’t you start with your name?”[/color]

David frowned as he looked over at the [i]psychologist[/i] that was speaking to him. A bonafide, PhD wielding, eighty-five dollars an hour psychologist. The [i]real[/i] deal. Suggested by his grandmother, checked into by his mother, paid for by his father. Why was he even here? [color=228B22]”You know my name. This isn’t the first time we’ve done this, but… David. David Malcolm Powers. Davy. I like Davy.”[/color] He replied, shifting down so he was laying back in the chair. [color=228b22]”Shouldn’t we talk about something that matters? Like, uhm… the economy?”[/color]

[color=00aac4]”That’s not really how this works. Your parents wanted me to talk about you.”[/color]” She replied, and David frowned, sitting up slightly as he leaned forward. About him? That would be fun, for either of them. He [i]wasn’t[/i] all that interesting. [color=00aac4]”Why don’t you tell me about your friends?”[/color]” David frowned as he considered the question. Friends? What friends? Did he have friends? ...not really.

[color=228b22]”Uh, well, there’s… uhm… Sprinkles, my duck, Anna, that one blonde girl, I guess… Lucky, maybe? And Geo. I guess. I don’t know if Geo counts. Or if Anna counts. Or if Lucky counts. But Sprinkles [i]definitely[/i] counts.”[/color] David frowned as he thought, racking his brain desperately for other people that he was certain liked him. [color=228b22]”That’s it, really. I don’t like very many people. Can I use those?”[/color] David asked suddenly, pointing at a collection of colored pencils and white paper on the desk in the center of the room.

The psychologist paused for a moment before she shrugged and nodded. Davy quickly sat down in front of the table and selected a few pencils. He started to draw on the piece of paper. David wasn’t good at much, but drawing was certainly one of his skills. His hand moved across the paper as he sketched, hiding it slightly from the therapist. There was a silence, a blissful silence. It didn’t last nearly as long as David wanted, with the therapist speaking after about twenty minutes of peace. [color=00aac4]”That’s all? You go to a very big school, are you sure you’re not forgetting anyone?”[/color]” David shook his head, placing the pencil to the side and grabbing another. [color=00aac4]”Alright, David. We’ve only got a few more minutes until you have to go to school. This was a half session, so only thirty minutes.”[/color] Davy nodded happily, fully aware of how long he had to spend in the office. [color=00aac4]”Have you tried that technique I suggested? Reading the books upside down?”[/color] David nodded without looking up from his drawing, selecting another pencil.

A few more strokes of his pencil, and Davy was finished. [color=228b22]”It didn’t really help though? It’s harder than I thought it’d be. But I’m trying.”[/color]” He shrugged and held up the drawing so the therapist could see. [color=228b22]”Does it look alright? I can’t tell if I drew Sprinkles too brightly yellow…”[/color] The drawing was of Sprinkles, in a karate pose with a flowing blue cape. Beside him was Winston, wearing a similarly red cape and a mask of sorts, flying as if he were Superman, wearing a yellow and blue costume with a W on the chest in a bold, black lettering.

Above them was the title: ‘Wrinkles: Protectors of the Universe,’ and in the bottom right corner, the words ‘Issue #1.’ Underneath the two heroes, was the title of the issue: ‘[i]Friends Forever[/i].’ The therapist smiled and nodded. [color=00aac4]”As wonderful as always, Davy. Session’s over why don’t you head off to class?”[/color]” David frowned and stared at her expectantly. After a few seconds, the psychologist rolled her eyes and scribbled on a piece of paper on the clipboard, before handing it to the boy. [color=00aac4]”Doctor’s note for being tardy. You can probably squeeze it for like… an extra forty minutes.”[/color]

Davy smiled gratefully and nodded. [color=228b22]”Thank you so much. I’ll see you in a couple of days, right? I’ll try to think about what to talk. Sorry I kind of just drew today, I’m still kind of stressed from that party I had to go to…”[/color] The therapist nodded, patting David’s shoulder as he walked by.

[color=00aac4]”It’s okay. This is a place where you’re supposed to be safe. And sometimes that means peace and quiet for you. I know that. That’s why I suggested the secret place, remember?”[/color] David nodded and gave another smile before he opened the door and headed out into the lobby, sighing as he realized that in forty minutes, he’d have to go to school no matter what.

He’d come to the conclusion that life sucked.[/center]