Chapter 11

Martha's POV

"Marty, we've been over this more than once" my mom stated looking at me. The four of us are seated in the living room, mom and seated directly opposite me while Yvonne and Maoris are sitting together on the chair beside me.

I'm just sitting, looking down at my feet. "But I didn't fight in school premises" I tried to argue.

"Fighting is fighting, whether in school premises or at home or anywhere at all" my mom replied sternly.

"She started it" I tell he trying to support my stand.

"Then be the bigger person Marty" she says a little bit softer. Her eyes showed more concern than disappointment.

"You're going back to counselling" she sighs.

"Mom please" I beg.

"Mom-" Maoris tries.

"Please don't make this any harder for any of us" she cuts Maoris off.

"Yvonne, let's go drop you off, it's getting late" my mom continued.

I had to attend counselling classes when I was in 5th grade for beating up a 7th grader. Counselling is like going to a psychiatric home, they just tend to treat you different.

It's the worst thing that happened to me. I always cried whenever mom was taking me there in elementary. It was hard. And now just because of one fight she's subjecting me to this again. She's just making this decision with her eyes closed like it doesn't bother her.

When I was in junior high, counselling made my grades to drop drastically because it felt like torture.

"I'm calling the counselor tomorrow morning so that you can begin….oh, and make sure you're back home early from school tomorrow" she said snapping me out of my revere and then she left.

Firstly, Gill isn't talking to me, or rather he's avoiding me, and now I'm starting counselling…again. He'll never come close to me when he finds out. What am I going to do?

"Marty" Maoris calls from the other side of the door. Immediately mom left I went straight to my room.

"Go away" I shout, not wanting any sympathy. "I just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready" she replied.

"I'm not hungry" I tell her. "Oh, okay" she responded hesitantly and I can hear footsteps meaning she's gone.

I just lay on my bed and continue to think until my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and I drifted off to sleep.