Chapter 73

Guidance counselling was stupid. He'd never been in here before and he wished he wasn't because holy shit. Talk about stereotypes becoming real. From a cartoon nonetheless. The woman had long rough looking hair, colorful headband and just ugly looking clothes. Lava lamps and the whole groovy vibe. He didn't know if it was weed or incense he was breathing in at the moment. All that was missing now was her plucking the strings of a sitar.

At least they weren't sitting on the floor on mats.

"Now Mr. Henderson" the woman began.

"Yeah" he did everything else apart looking at her. He would make it so obvious that he didn't want to be here. He'd make the displeasure so palpable.

"Can you please tell me why you're here?" her voice was so syrupy sweet. There must be paying her a lot.

"You already know that I'm sure" he busied himself with sliding his finger on the armchair.