"You are advised to go see the school guidance counselor Miss Smoak" the principal's voice kept ringing in her head as she got to the door of the counselor's office. She had never seen a therapist or counselor or whatever they want to call shrinks these days. She never had a reason to. The reality that if she opens that door and step inside confirms she has a problem, was setting in on her. ‘Was she going crazy?' she thought to herself. Her fear heightened as she reached for the door and gently knocked on it. The counselor's voice sounded all too cheery as she called for her to come in.
She exhaled slowly and turned the doorknob. She forced her steps into the office and was greeted with a big, friendly smile from Miss Greene. “You are not Mr Hunter” Vanessa questioned closing the door be
