Chapter 7

The two social workers make sure that I’m comfortable and sat in a position that allowed me to communicate with them effectively. The bigger one of the two, a man, stands by my bed first and looks me over.

After a moment of awkward silence, he finally speaks up, “Hello Jewelia. My name is Dr.Krandon, and this is my associate Miss.Thistle.”

I nod and wave a bit, “Hello. Is there a reason that social workers are in my hospital room?” They seem shocked by my forwardness.

Miss.Thistle speaks up, “We needed to assess the situation. The boy who brought you in said that you were beaten up.”

“Beaten up is an understatement miss. I got my ass kicked, by a group of jealous girls. All this because I ended up soulmates with the most sought-after boy in school.” I sigh and put my hands over my face and all I hear is the tedious sound of pen on paper. I look up to see them both writing things on their note pads.