Suicide Note Chapter two The group reluctantly paired up with whom they first made eye contact with. Douche boy made eye contact with me. He walked over to me and sat down. Neither if us said anything, we just looked at each other. His brown hair sweeped down his head. His eyes could be compared to emeralds. He looked down again and smirked. "I'm here because my parents sent me here." 'No way! I can here cuz I felt like it!' I felt like saying. Instead, I rolled my eyes and silently agreed. He tapped his foot against the ground and looked uncomfortable. "You...umm...you okay?" I asked him who looked distracted. "How are we doing over here?" Phil enthused as he came over. "Are we not strangers anymore?" I said nothing. "I'm Wesley," the brown-haired boy said. "Aria," I said back. "Good progress!" Phil said, and he moved onto another group. I bit my nail, why the hell would I tell anyone other than the psychiatrist why I was here? The meeting ended, and we were sent to our rooms to unpack and "destress" as they called it. My room I'd be staying in for the next two months consisted of two twin beds, a dresser, and a closet. Pretty damn plain if you asked me. A skinny girl sat on the neighboring bed. The brunette in support group, the anorexic. "I'm Amanda." "Aria," I responded. "I don't eat," she said. I nodded and almost said, 'i xan see that,' but decided not to make enemies with my roommate. We climbed into our beds and eventually fell asleep. The next morning we were woken up at 70 and called down to breakfast. I was never much of a breakfast eater, but I reluctantly took a bagel and sat down my myself. I bit into the bagel and looked up. Wesley. "What?" I asked as he stared at me. "Nothing." He sat down next to me. "So Aria, tell me something about yourself. Enlighten me," he smiled. I scrunched up my face as if to ask 'are you serious?' but I gave in. "I...umm... I like to paint," I said. "Hmm, I was never much if a painter, but I did like Monet's work. All in secret, of course, football players can't be caught admiring works of art," he winked at me, and got up and walked away. I finished eating, and as a group we met in front of the building, equipped to complete service. "I would like you, as partners or groups, to collect as much trash around the building as possible. And go!" Phil announced. I could barely take a breath before Wesley was at my side. "I chose my partner," he grinned. The hell was his problem? Why did he keep following me? I opened up my trash bag and began filling it with the litterings people left behind. "I heard that the team who picks up the most trash wins some sort of prize," he smiled. "We gotta go as fast as we can." I sighed and continued picking up cigarette buds and plastic bottles. "Aria, is that the best you can do? Strive for excellence!" He said, imitating Phil's squeaky voice. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Why do you keep following me?" I questioned him. "I don't know, you seem...interesting, different." I nodded and continued around the school. "You know, it's a full#moontonight, I'm sneaking out to enjoy it. You should come." Please like and comment! Chapter 3 soon!