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10/29/11(Sat)17:42 No.5111488
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He
hadn’t always been there, he arrived on a Tuesday, three meetings in
since I had arrived also. There were only seven of us, eight when he
came. We were all teenagers, bar our mentor, and it was mostly filled
with girls. In fact, until my Monster arrived, I and two others were the
only boys, out numbered by breasts. There were only three people in the
group who I thought actually suffered, all with abusive pasts, all
abusing substances to destroy themselves in small ways, one was an anime
fan, I think. She often held her phone in her lap, pretending to text
people or look through albums in ways to avoid eye contact with people;
it had a little Pokémon charm on it, she had a sketch book too big for
her backpack too that she carried around, with anime-style doodles on
it. I made friends with her out of, at first, feeling sorry for her, but
then found she was similar to myself in some ways and we became very
close.
And then, after settling into our group, it was disrupted
by him. I sat with (let’s call her) Tulip in every group now, since
befriending her, I found some comfort in sitting with somebody instead
of always being left to sit next to the mentor, who had a way of
touching my shoulder when it was my turn to ‘share’, now Tulip saved me a
seat. But, upon coming late as usual from college, I entered the room,
taking of my scarf and coat, only to see somebody in my seat, and Tulip
had moved away from him so it appeared, and I could see why she would
want to. |
