“I do not want to be here” Vivian muttered to the wind.

In fact, she could think of a million different places she would rather be. What if someone saw her here? She quickly approached the front door hoping to lessen the chances of someone recognising her and caught her reflection in the gold plaque with the doctors name on it. Her face was blurry and distorted, a direct image of her inner feelings portrayed in front of her. Pushing open the front door, the old hinges let out a screech not unlike a cat on a hot tin roof. Vivian felt a crimson heat wave creep up her neck, and settle itself into the apples of her cheeks. “Sorry” she muttered to the floor, embarrassed to have so unwillingly attracted attention to her self. Forcing the door closed behind her, she glanced around the room, hoping that she would be the only person there. However short on her luck, she spotted another girl already waiting. 

The girl looked familiar, but Vivian couldn’t quite place her. She breathed a sigh of relief, as she noticed the white ear plugs dangling from the girl’s ears, meaning that she had entered the room unnoticed. She gingerly approached the waiting bench, to find that there was very little room for her to sit, as the girl had chosen to stretch her legs out. The girl looked up, her head bopping to the music blaring into her ears, and noticed Vivian. Smirking a little, she pulled in her legs, offering Vivian a seat next to her. “Thanks, Vivian smiled. She sat down, and placed her bag on her lap. The bench was about as hard as rock, and the aircon in the room only made it worse as she felt like she was perched on an iceberg.

Sitting only inches away from the girl next to her, she could hear her music, and found herself tapping to the beat on her bag. This close up, Vivian remembered who the girl was. She was in the same grade as Vivian, however hung out with the popular kids a group not so closely associated with Vivian. Their paths rarely crossed.

Under the coffee table in the centre of the room, Vivian spotted an OK! magazine. She didn’t usually read them, but was willing to flick through it, to get rid of the anxious feeling bubbling in her stomach. Leaning forward, her hand brushed against the girl’s, as they both reached for the magazine. Electricity shot up through Vivian’s fingers, and she quickly pulled her hand back and stammered a quiet sorry.