Teeshirts

 "Well, look who's here." Mrs. Barbara looked up from her desk at me. I gave her a pathetic attempt at smiling. Even though I was forced to see her, she still was a nice old lady. Anyway, was this going to be another art therapy session? The look on Mrs. Barbara's face suggested otherwise. She sat me down on a green sofa. There was a recliner opposite of it which she sat down on. "So, how do you feel about moving, Brianne?" Dang it, how did she know? I didn't see Mom talking with her on the phone or anything. Deciding I was better off replying than not, I replied, "I dunno. It's sorta blurred right now." "Can you tell me how the bl

 Oh well. This begins a new "adventure." And by a new "adventure" I mean new misery, new changes, new friends (like I had any to start with), and, overall, a new life. Christmas day was the next day that I woke up with. It was also the day I slept to. (Since I'm telling this from three days later, you won't have an idea what happened so I'll have to explain) After stretching in bed, I reviewed the days schedule. Which was nothing except for seeing Mrs. Babara. Mrs. Barbara is my counselor. She helps me manage my "problems." Mom made me see her because I was a "problem child," so to speak. I daydreamed a bit more before I got up from bed. Y

 Life couldn't get much worse than this. There was a time when life was great, but unfortunately that was no longer true. It was great until that time. I remember it like it was yesterday but it actually was three days ago. It was on Christmas Eve when Mom and Dad broke the news out to us. Well, technically it was Christmas since it was 1 AM. Anyway, Mom and Dad sat us down on the couch and Mom said, "Well, kids, this is gonna be big news." Right then and there I (thought) I knew what she was going to say. They were having a divorce. OK, so I admit I was wrong. "Your Dad got a good job offer." I was shocked. I was shocked, not because