[log] you're all in big trouble

[icyglare]

who: Everyone
what: Ms. Strangenorth has pulled every student into the gym right after last period and you're all in trouble.
where: The gym
when: If she has to keep you here all night, she will.

Rosalind stared stonily at each and every student as they filed into the gym. Under her gaze, even the innocent ones looked away guiltily as if she knew every class they'd skipped over the past four years. 

Once they were all seated on the rows of bleachers, she continued to stare, arms folded, until everyone was sweating with nerves.

"Which one of you," she said with the cold of a thousand winters in her voice. "Put Mr. Calloway's car on the roof of the school."

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Re: this boy needs therapy

[stagdad]

Meekus sighed and closed his eyes. "Fine. Go back to your seat on the bleachers. But Cassidy - if you ever need to talk, my office is open. And you can always call me or send me an online message."

From the amount of stress Cassidy was showing just from this encounter, he clearly needed to learn some relaxation and coping techniques.

Re: this boy needs therapy

[deckitout]

Cassidy looked at him with a confused expression on his face. "Considering how helpful this talk has been. I'd rather not"

Re: this boy needs therapy

[stagdad]

"For counseling purposes, not snitching," Meekus quickly clarifies. "You seem like you're under a lot of stress lately, and I'm sure this situation hasn't helped. I know the teen years are full of emotional highs and low, but if it ever feels like you're having more lows than highs, talking about why you're feeling that way can really help you out. My office is a safe space for anyone, but if you don't feel comfortable talking to an adult, see if you can find a friend willing to lend an open ear. Anyway," he smiles and pats Cassidy on the shoulder. "I've got to keep on interviewing people, I guess."

Re: this boy needs therapy

[deckitout]

"I'm 16, failing classes and spend most of my time locked in my room listening to fall out boy." Cassidy spit out "Yeah I think I hit my 'low' quota like any other teenager. And now i'm being bribed to make up shit by the guidance councilor. It was a good deal Mr. Marcus but,"

He starts unwinding his (black) headphones as he walks to the door. "I'm fine."

That was bullshit and he knew it.