In his office, it was so silent you could hear the clock move its arm each second. The room was minimalistic, the few decorations that were there ranged from greys, whites, and muted blues. He had a fishtank in his office, you noticed one single goldfish swimming around mindlessly. You'd give anything to be that goldfish right now. You hated "talking about your feelings" and you hated school counselors.

"So, how's your day going so far?"

He started, going by the same script all the counselors do. First how your day was going, then they talk about your grades, then they ask about home life blah blah blah.... None of them were geniune- and they all lied when they said "This'll stay between you and me.

"Although it's lightly showering outside, I think the weather is quite nice."