Fiona sighed in exasperation, completely annoyed at the fact she has to attend these stupid group meetings. She doesn’t need to talk to a room full of strangers about her problems. She has her therapist and Holly J to talk to about things, if she needs to. Which she doesn’t. She’s totally fine. Looking over the large circle of chairs, she finds one by the window. As she looks outside, she wishes she could be some where else; like, shopping. Letting out a wistful sigh as a pink- haired girl sat in the seat next to her.
“God, I wish I didn’t have to be here,” she mutters just loud enough for the girl to hear.
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