There is a click of a tape recorder, but Geoff doesn't exactly pay attention. Steve stares at him with hands folded, his eyes focused on the boy. He was getting paid to do this. He didn't really have to care, but when his patients say stuff he can just regurgitate it back to the parents. The tape made a small hiss that filled the otherwise busy ( Read more... )

His shoes shined because he had just purchased them; an expensive pair that can only be found in the finest shops in Italy. His hair is slicked back with a type of gel or grease. His skin is pale, most of it hidden under his suit that he wears even on this warm July day. The sun beats down on him, sweatdrops forming on the top of his forehead ( Read more... )

His eyes fell upon the clock. He couldn't do much but tap his pencil in a dull thud, thud, thud rhythym. Yes, school had started. He ignored the teachers and took comfort in the piles of leaves raked by the school janitors outside ( Read more... )

He'll never forget that day. That warm July day. He saw people he had never seen. They were a part of something bigger, he quickly realized. The world was not the same 10 people rotating in a circle, like a merry go round. This world had variety. He didn't know how to feel about this. They all seemed so different. Too different. He didn't ( Read more... )

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