I just mumbled a reply, "Just... Wait until we get there." We pulled up to the courtyard between Stewart Hall -- the building we would be going to -- and the student union. As I got out of the truck, I watched the other students scurry through the courtyard. I found myself envying them a lot. I have always wanted to be normal, to be anything but me. My thoughts turned inward as I took a deep breath and gathered what little strength I had. Once inside Stewart Hall, we found Jenny, my sister, waiting for us in the entryway. She smiled and put her hand on my shoulder and I attempted to smile back. She got her blue eyes from our mother, but hers were always warm and soothing, with a certain playfulness in the way her lower lid arched when she smiled. Her dirty blonde hair was brought up into a ponytail. We continued down the hall together, I led the way down to the counseling center, which seemed to be exceptionally close to the entryway today for some reason. Standing before the door to the counseling center, I felt my throat get tugged as my stomach gave a lurch of sickness. Despite this, I pushed the door open to meet Dr. Walker; he had been waiting for us. He was a thin sprite of a man but was about as tall as my father. He did not mirror my father's stern silence, though. "Hello, I'm Dr. Walker,"