Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

Ever since that talk with Jaime I've been looking after everyone. I've been making sure they're alright. It doesn't stop with my friends either. Last week a freshmen girl cut her knee and I phoned 911. Perhaps that wasn't the greatest idea, but it's okay. They were very nice about it.
I walked into school on my own today. Cassie and B were nothing running late. I don't think B has been sleeping very well. She always seems worried. But we all have a lot to be worried about. Mike is still asleep. It's been three weeks! I haven't heard his voice for three weeks. I want to hear his laugh. I'm rather fond of it.
When I got to my locker I looked around inside. Then I heard someone shout my name. I turned and saw Jaime hurrying over. "Hey." I smiled.
"Hi, I thought it was you, Nel."
"Who could you possibly mistake me for?" I said seriously.
"Well, that's true." Jaime shrugged.
"So, where's Tony?" I asked.
"He's visiting Mike before school. Where's Cassie and B?"
"They're running late." I replied. There's something I want to ask but I just need to build up the courage. I can do this. "How was your therapy yesterday?" I asked anxiously. I knew he didn't want to talk about it. But I had mine in ten minutes and I'm a little nervous about it all.
"He's . . . Well, hmm." Hmm? What can I get from hmm? B has been to see him too. She wouldn't talk much either. She just said he was happy and bright and like rainbows. And she hates happy and bright and rainbows. "I was really worried." Jaime admitted.
"How come?" I frowned.
"I thought he was reading into everything I was doing. Like he asked me to write my name and I was being all careful about how I dotted my 'i's." I understand that. I remember for an entire grade I dotted mine with little cabbages. It didn't go too well because I can't draw cabbages. "You know," Jaime suddenly said. "He's kind of like you."
"He is?" I asked. Who could possibly be like me?"
"Yeah," Jaime smiled. "Anyway, good luck." he patted my shoulder.
I gulped and headed to where the therapy was being held. I don't recognise the room number. I passed and passed until I stopped. There has to be some mistake. I'm not standing outside a classroom, I'm standing outside a storage cupboard. Now if it wasn't for the sign I'd think that I've gotten lost. For apparently the best guy in the business I don't think this is very professional of him. There's a sign on the door written in orange crayon. It says 'Grumble's Therapy'.
I knocked the door and a man opened it. He was tall with bright orange hair. It wasn't frizzy like mine, it was flat and lifeless. He grinned wildly at me and urged me inside. "I'm Rodger Grumble!" he exclaimed. "Please sit!"
I took a seat next to a bag full of volley balls. "Hi." I said. I saw a drawing on his desk. It was of a sun. It looks like a six year old has drawn it. Only not as impressive.
"So, tell me about yourself!" Grumble urged.
"Umm. . ." I trailed away. I don't know what to say. I don't know about myself! I know nothing about myself! "Well, my name is Nelissa. I'd quite like to have hair like Britney Spears but mine has way too much volume for that." I reasoned.
"Really? How do you do it? I'm looking for some volume, can I borrow some?" he said very quickly. He seems to be hyper active.
"It's natural." I shrugged.
"I see," he nodded. "Any tips?" I never thought I'd see the day when people were asking me for hair tips.
"Do the shake?" I offered.
"The shake?" Rodger frowned.
"It's when you out your head upside down and dance around a lot like a crazy person." I explained.
"Oh," he nodded and then stopped himself. "I think we're getting off topic here. "Why are you here, Nelissa?"
"Well, I don't know. I've been thinking about that for a long time. No one will discuss it with me either. Why is anyone here? Who put us here? I'd really like to know what religion is right. We have to have a purpose here." I pondered.
"Good stuff. But I meant to therapy."
"Oh." That makes more sense. "Probably because I got on a motorbike with my friend and crashed and Mike hasn't woken up yet." I said.
"Tell me about all your friends." he urged.
"We're a very hairly and racially diverse group," I started. Cassie is a red head and American with maybe a little Scottish I think. B has black hair and is a little French too - maybe that's why she doesn't like anyone. Tony, Jaime and Mike are all Mexican and American. Then I'm blonde - obviously - and I think I'm American, German and Portuguese. That would make me Amermanese. My mom once told me that I'm part African. But I don't think that's true." I explained.
"You are all a mix." he said, writing it down.
"Cassie is really smart and knows what she wants. She's so lovely and has started knitting. B is quite angry but not to me. She looks after me. She sticks up for me too. She's the bacon to my stomach, which is ironic really because she's vegan. Tony is super sweet. Jaime is really funny, but not as funny as me. Then Mike..." I trailed away. I couldn't finish. It wasn't that talking about him is hard. He just can't be summed up in one sentence.
"Is there something going on between you and Mike?" Grumble asked. Is it that obvious?
"No!" I exclaimed, blatantly lying. "Well, kind of." I reasoned. "You see I dated Mike's brother Vic for one year. It was a beautiful but kind of difficult relationship. Then I almost went out with Mike but he said no because Vic is still in love with me, I might love him too. But then there's Mike. I have a boyfriend too, his name is Oli - but I haven't seen him since the crash. He keeps calling me and looking for me but I'm always washing my hair or hiding. But I got him to get back at Mike who's dating is horrible witch called Dom but he's only with her because she's blackmailing Mike and Vic. I didn't know that though," I sighed. "It's all very difficult." I added.
"It sounds pretty complicated." Grumble stated.
"Oh it is," I nodded. "Typical teenager stuff." I shrugged.
"I'm sorry Neliisa but your time is up," he said sadly. "Will you come back next week?"
"Sure." I shrugged.
I got up and left the closet. I don't know what to think of therapy quite yet. I closed the door behind me and leant up against it. "Nel!" I heard someone call. I saw B running over. "Guess what!" she grinned excitedly.
"What?" I pretended to grinned back.
"Mike is awake." she rushed and I grinned. Really grinned.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? Mike is awake now! What will happen? What did you think of Grumble? What do you want to happen? Favourite line? Thank you to all the peeps that told me to dye my hair! It's all dark like my soul now so I'll be posting a photo on tomorrow's note - seeing as some of you wanted to see it. There will be a special post tomorrow too that you must read! xo