Maddy sat there for a few more minutes after Erik walked out the door.  She felt horrible for how she had behaved and what she had said.  She knew that she had a bad habit of lashing out at others when she was uncomfortable and this morning was a prime example.  She had been upset when Sarah had been her usual self to her and blew things out of proportion.  She had tore into Sarah, yelled at Erik who had not really done anything to her and probably alienated the new girl.  She wasn't too worried about how she had come off to Micheal because his grasp on reality seemed sort of tentative as it was but it was no reason to talk down to him either.  Running a hand through her hair, she sighed.  She knew that soon it would be time for lessons and she dreaded seeing the others.  Also, she knew that word of her little outburst was sure to have made it to Dr. Gil and she really hated talking to him.  

Standing up and taking a deep breath, Maddy walked out the door and went to the room where lessons were held.  She would have to make peace with everyone later.  It seemed like things were never easy here.  She thought that once she was away from home that she would get better quickly and things would be bright and shiny again.  Every day though seemed to bring with it some new challenge or unforeseen issue to overcome and the doubt that things would ever be normal for her grew.  [i][color=silver]Why am I like this?  Why can't I seem to control myself?  Why do I always either shut down or flip out when I get stressed?  Why do I have to count things and why does it bother me when people don't finish their sentences? I know that most people are not like this so why am I?  Am I somehow broken or was I born wrong?  I can't remember a time when I did not have these issues.  And those are just a few of them that I allow myself to talk about to anyone.  It is the ones that I don't talk about that scare me even more.  Even the new meds that Dr. Gil prescribed for me are not doing anything but dulling the impulses.  It isn't making them go away.  However, if I tell the Dr. about all this he will just give me something else that might be even worse or look at me like I am not trying hard enough to get better.  What can I do? [/color][/i]

Walking over to the row of desks, she sat down in the one closest to the window.  When the others slowly filed in she kept her head down and her eyes averted.  She was not quite ready to make amends yet and if she looked at anyone then she knew she would break down.  The time seemed to pass fairly quick.  She saw out of the corner of her eye the new girl slide in the door.  Something seemed a bit off with her but it was nothing she could pinpoint.  Turning back to the window, Maddy put it out of her mind for now.  

When lessons were over for the day, she watched the others slowly file out of the room.  She had about thirty minutes until her session with Dr. Gil.  That was plenty of time to make a start with the others.  She saw Erik and hurried over to him.  She put out one hand and softly touched him on the arm.  When he turned to her she looked him in the eye and asked, [color=teal]"Can we talk?"  [/color]