Crossing Over, chapter 3
<p>"You either go inside or we'll make you," Montreal shouted, staring at me menacingly. We were standing outside the psychologists building. Montreal, Cody and I. <br />I shook my head at Montreal. Just to see her reaction.<br />
"Dae, c'mon, dude!" she yelled. The people who were cruising around the parking lot stared, apparently wondering who was the crazy one: Montreal or me.<br />
"Darren, c'mon, you know we want you to get better," Cody started, somewhat lamely. <br />Liar. They liked me just the way I was.
We stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes. Montreal sat on the street curb. She glanced at me.<br />"C'mon, Dae, how hard can it be?"<br />I stared back. "For me, very."<br />Cody looked at me anxiously. I sighed. For the first time I was going to give in. <br />"Look, I'll go inside only if you two come with me." My voice sounded angry, but it was calm. <br />Montreal stood up and stepped towards the door.<br />"What're you waiting for?" she said.
Cody and I walked through the automatic-sliding doors.<br />
The lobby was fuller than I expected. Everyone stared at us as if they had never seen three tall teenagers in black, worn out clothes. I sat in a random chair in the farthest corner of the lobby. Montreal slipped into the chair beside me.<br />
"Now I know why you hate this place so much," she said, glaring at the staring people. "Disturbing."<br />"I've seen more disturbing stuff, believe me," I whispered, checking the magazine rack for something new. Nothing. All the magazines were at least four months out of date.<br />"Dude, this place sucks," Cody said, sitting to my left.<br />"You're telling me," I said.
I looked across the room. everyone seemed normal, excluding the fact that they were all crazy. But in the corner opposite to me was a guy, not much older than me, who defiantly stood out. I had seen him at school, I guess. His pants were dark green and zippered, his t-shirt was old. He had dark red hair and blue-green eyes. On his hand was a tattoo that said "Give or Take".<br />
He glanced at me. I saw his eyes wander over to Cody and Montreal as if he were evaluating us. We must've passed the test, for he got up and walked over to us. <br />"Have I seen you guys at Evergreen's?" he asked.<br /> "I dunno," I said, running my fingers through my hair. "Have I seen you at school?"<br />
"I guess," he answered. Then he grinned. I grinned back.<br />"I'm Darren," I said. He shaked hands with me.<br />"Jacob," he said. "Jacob Kinston."<br />
Then he turned to Montreal and Cody.<br />"How about you? Your names?"<br />
Montreal stood up and shaked his hand. "I'm Montreal."<br />Cody stood and did the same. "Cody."<br />Jacob grabbed a chair and sat beside Montreal.<br />
"So," he said. "Who's the 'crazy' one?"
Montreal and Cody pointed at me at the exact same time. I scowled.<br />
"You don't like this place either, don't cha?"
I nodded in agreement.<br />"What're you in for?" His voice was curious.
I looked up.<br /> "Depressed and emotionally disturbed. You?"<br />
"Borderline personality disorder and depression." He spoke as if it wasn't too big of a deal.<br />Montreal looked up. I notice for the first time that her hands shake constantly. Her eyes are faded green. She looks tired.
I feel a pair of eyes on my back. I turn, and there she is, looking at me through the glass of her black door. I don't wait to be called to go inside. Nor do I go inside. I just stand up and walk out the door.</p>
<p>The sky was almost black. The cold wind numbed my fingers as I headed towards school. I thought how different days felt: one day sunny, one day freezing, one day rainy. It sounded like a kindergarten class reciting the weather.
As I approached the school, my mind suddenly froze me. My legs stopped working as my body closed up on me. It was as if my mind didn't want me to go to school. Coming to think of it, I didn't want to go either.
I broke from my spell and ran the opposite way, right back from where I came from. Running like a cat chasing a mouse. Like a frightened child.
My legs carried me away to the edge of town. Past the abandoned gas station. Cruising through the tunnel.
I didn't care what happened to me. I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted to forget...</p>
"Dae, c'mon, dude!" she yelled. The people who were cruising around the parking lot stared, apparently wondering who was the crazy one: Montreal or me.<br />
"Darren, c'mon, you know we want you to get better," Cody started, somewhat lamely. <br />Liar. They liked me just the way I was.
We stood there in awkward silence for a few minutes. Montreal sat on the street curb. She glanced at me.<br />"C'mon, Dae, how hard can it be?"<br />I stared back. "For me, very."<br />Cody looked at me anxiously. I sighed. For the first time I was going to give in. <br />"Look, I'll go inside only if you two come with me." My voice sounded angry, but it was calm. <br />Montreal stood up and stepped towards the door.<br />"What're you waiting for?" she said.
Cody and I walked through the automatic-sliding doors.<br />
The lobby was fuller than I expected. Everyone stared at us as if they had never seen three tall teenagers in black, worn out clothes. I sat in a random chair in the farthest corner of the lobby. Montreal slipped into the chair beside me.<br />
"Now I know why you hate this place so much," she said, glaring at the staring people. "Disturbing."<br />"I've seen more disturbing stuff, believe me," I whispered, checking the magazine rack for something new. Nothing. All the magazines were at least four months out of date.<br />"Dude, this place sucks," Cody said, sitting to my left.<br />"You're telling me," I said.
I looked across the room. everyone seemed normal, excluding the fact that they were all crazy. But in the corner opposite to me was a guy, not much older than me, who defiantly stood out. I had seen him at school, I guess. His pants were dark green and zippered, his t-shirt was old. He had dark red hair and blue-green eyes. On his hand was a tattoo that said "Give or Take".<br />
He glanced at me. I saw his eyes wander over to Cody and Montreal as if he were evaluating us. We must've passed the test, for he got up and walked over to us. <br />"Have I seen you guys at Evergreen's?" he asked.<br /> "I dunno," I said, running my fingers through my hair. "Have I seen you at school?"<br />
"I guess," he answered. Then he grinned. I grinned back.<br />"I'm Darren," I said. He shaked hands with me.<br />"Jacob," he said. "Jacob Kinston."<br />
Then he turned to Montreal and Cody.<br />"How about you? Your names?"<br />
Montreal stood up and shaked his hand. "I'm Montreal."<br />Cody stood and did the same. "Cody."<br />Jacob grabbed a chair and sat beside Montreal.<br />
"So," he said. "Who's the 'crazy' one?"
Montreal and Cody pointed at me at the exact same time. I scowled.<br />
"You don't like this place either, don't cha?"
I nodded in agreement.<br />"What're you in for?" His voice was curious.
I looked up.<br /> "Depressed and emotionally disturbed. You?"<br />
"Borderline personality disorder and depression." He spoke as if it wasn't too big of a deal.<br />Montreal looked up. I notice for the first time that her hands shake constantly. Her eyes are faded green. She looks tired.
I feel a pair of eyes on my back. I turn, and there she is, looking at me through the glass of her black door. I don't wait to be called to go inside. Nor do I go inside. I just stand up and walk out the door.</p>
<p>The sky was almost black. The cold wind numbed my fingers as I headed towards school. I thought how different days felt: one day sunny, one day freezing, one day rainy. It sounded like a kindergarten class reciting the weather.
As I approached the school, my mind suddenly froze me. My legs stopped working as my body closed up on me. It was as if my mind didn't want me to go to school. Coming to think of it, I didn't want to go either.
I broke from my spell and ran the opposite way, right back from where I came from. Running like a cat chasing a mouse. Like a frightened child.
My legs carried me away to the edge of town. Past the abandoned gas station. Cruising through the tunnel.
I didn't care what happened to me. I wanted to get away from it all. I wanted to forget...</p>
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