Dylan cleared his throat, folding his legs. He fixated his gaze on the artwork on the wall behind Miss Greene. She noticed this and a small smile escaped her lips. “You haven't noticed it since you started your new school...and you have missed our last two sessions. May I ask why?” She questioned, opening her book.
“I didn't see the need to. I haven't had anymore nightmares, mood swings, temper tantrums. I have been good” He replied nonchalantly
“So if you feel everything is good, then why are you here today?" She looked up at him
“I....I have been noticing something different. Like something's off, I can't quite put my finger on it” he explained with furrowed brows.
“Is it with you personally?"
“Yeah, I think” He replied
“When did you start feeling this...‘thing'?” Miss Greene inq
