task : introduce yourself
“ Have you heard of it? ”
Lukas watched his therapist of the last year and a half turn the pamphlet over in his hand. The one that had been given to him when the school had outlined that he would attend in order to avoid charges pressed against him and expulsion from the school. There was more to it than that, he was gonna have to write an essay when he got back, act real remorseful and everything. Who knew, maybe he would be remorseful after a weekend at the world’s corniest retreat. Probably not, but hey, who knew.
Roland shook his head, holding the pamphlet back out to Lukas. “ No. It sounds good though, like it could be good for you. ”
Lukas huffed a small laugh through his nose as he took the pamphlet back. “ If it’s good for me it’s not gonna be much of a punishment. ” He pointed out, sitting back in the chair. Fiddling with the corner of the paper for a moment before he opened it again.
“ Maybe the point isn’t punishment, ”
He chuckled softly again, shaking his head lightly. “ Don’t worry, man. It’s gonna be plenty punishment. ” His lazy voice implies it’s a joke but this weekend sounded like Lukas’ personal torture from the pamphlet alone. Then on top of that his mother was all for it and there was that stupid email he’d gotten too. “ They sent me an email this morning, they want, like, some introduction video from me. You know, name, some shit about me, three words I’d use to describe myself. ” He mocked, eyes still on the pamphlet. Not reading it, but watching the way the paper wobbled when he moved it with his fingers. “ Makes me wonder who else is gonna be there, if that’s, you know, a reasonable ask. ”
“ What three words would you use to describe yourself? ”
Lukas looked up, a little amused by the question.
“ I should be asking you, I’ve got no idea. ”
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[ received ] Did you do that video they emailed you about. Its due tomorrow [ sent ] Yes mom I did it already
As quickly as Lukas had typed out the lie, he was pulling up the email to check if it mentioned anything about it being optional. Holding skateboard under his right foot as irritation completely coated his face. “ Fuck’s sake, ” He commented after rereading the email twice and seeing absolutely zero mention of optionality but confirmed that it was due tomorrow.
He groaned, head tilting back for a long moment before he looked back down. The park was empty at least, so he wouldn’t have to go home to do it. That was something. But it didn’t erase the irritability that he had to do it at all. He and Roland had talked about words he used for himself, words that were accurate and words that weren’t– he couldn’t really use any of them though. They hadn’t really been for the video and he wouldn’t really use them outside his therapist’s office to begin with.
Leaving board behind he walked to the nearby fence, bending down to position phone on the ground against it. Brows furrowed, looking at where the camera pointed and back to phone again. Really wasn’t the best angle in the world, but this video was hopefully gonna be seen by no one except some intake employee. He pressed record, walking back to the board and sitting on it, more than familiar with balancing his weight when it shifted slightly beneath him.
He lifted his hand in a small wave to the camera. “ What up, I’m Lukas. Coming to you pre-recorded from the shit heap that is Brunswick, New Jersey. ” He gestured around him before wrapping arms loosely around his knees. “ I’m going on this thing because I have to not ‘cause I want to. I’d literally rather spend the weekend ripping off my own fingernails. ” He joked dryly. Would that be enough to make sure this video didn’t get shown to anyone? He didn’t know. “ I’m a skater, ” He held up his thumb, indicating he had started his three words to describe himself. “ I watch a lot of movies, I’m sure there’s a word for that, ” He added his index finger to the count. “ And I think most people would just call me a dick. ” He grinned as he held up third finger, holding it a beat before he pushed himself up again. Crouching in front of the camera, he’s about to stop the recording when something else just falls out of his mouth. “ And just in case this is going through some sort of algorithm: shit, cunt, fuck, pussy, balls, dick, fucker. ” With just a fraction of his face in frame, a stupid satisfied smile on his features, the recording stopped.