>I hear the door creak open, my current temp-counseling position allowing me very little down time. I look up from the sheet I'd been filling out for inventory requests. A purple Triceratops girl lifelessly shuffles in, accompanied by the principal, Mr. Spears. I sit up, creaking my back a bit as I do.
>"Iadakan, this is Trish. She's had a rough few days and needs someone to speak to. I'll leave her in your hands." I nod at him as she's led into my chair. I tuck my pen in and fold a leg over, hands interlocked holding my higher knee.
>She's in a rough shape. She's looking at the ground, eyes puffed and red. I wonder if this is related to that projector incident I'd caught wind of.
>I pull the old tried-and-true out. "You ever wonder why schools keep counselors on their payroll?" A great success, as always. She looks up at me, dumbfounded.
>I smile at her and answer, cheekily. "State says so." I lean back a bit as I've managed to yank her out of despair and right into confusion. Step two.
>"I can't make you talk to me but I'm here to listen if you want to."
>I look over her carefully as she weighs the decision in her head. I've broken the ice best I can but now she has to help herself. I watch as her eyes slowly find their way back down.
>Well we can always try again another time. I start to reach forward to keep working on my forms when I hear her voice, strained and tired.
>"All I do is hurt others."
>Oh dear that's not good. I look at her as she continues. "I'm a horrible friend and deserve to be alone."
>My turn to pull now that she's given some leeway. "You did something to alienate your friends?" She nods, sniffling.
>"Would you like to tell me about it?"
>A very long wait before she speaks. I take my gaze off her to alleviate pressure if need be, walking around the room and even offering her a cup of coffee from the machine sitting on a small protrusion on the opposite wall.
>She does find the strength to speak, eventually.
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