--we've done this before [open]

[talia destiny price]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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So here she was. Sitting outside the Guidance Counciller's room, with only one word resounding in her mind. Why? Wasn't it bad enough that she had a private psychiatrist? This sparked another question. What was the point in having too people trying to look inside your mind? Talia shook her pretty little head lightly, before staring down at her knees, which were clothed in a pair of dark skinny jeans, and starting to pick at the threadbare edges of the lumpy chair she was sat on. She glanced up, looking both ways. She didn't want anyone to see her here. She rarely told anyone about the psychiatrist thing- they were special friends if anyone knew- and she really didn't want to be seen sat outside the councillers' room. Everyone would think she was a complete nutcase. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had no friends, anyway. Moving was tough. And she hadn't wanted to move here- though she loved the school. She sighed yet again, and lowered her head once more.

She started to move her legs up and down gently. She was always fidgeting. She always had to be moving, or doing something. She could never just sit still. She drummed her slim fingers, against her thighs rythmically, as she glanced up to stare at the door that led to the Councillers room. She didn't want to be here. She would rather be doing anything than sitting here. Anything. That must show how desperate she was, surely? She shook her head gently, slowly. She'd rather be at her psychatrists. She hated being with her psychiatrist. But she hated the prospect of seeing the Guidance Counciller even more. She would do anything to not be there right now. Not that she actually cared for the psychiatrist. All he wanted was her mothers' money. And it was money that was being spent poorly. God, she could have gotten her...something nice! Not a flaming head doctor! She still remembered the argument she'd had with her mother over it. She'd shouted till she was blue, she'd cried, she'd tried everything in her power to stop her mother. Her mother, heartless as she was, hadn't relented. And now she'd even booked her in with the Guidance Counciller. Yes, for her, life greatly sucked. Hardcore.

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