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[color=ed145b] “Yeah well I’d feel a lot better about it if I didn’t have to take a cocktail of vile drugs every morning”[/color]

Erik nodded, glancing down at his own pill cup. [color=00a651]"I know that feeling, I think they change mine every few days- the colors are always different."[/color] He looked back up as Michael began to pester him about the answer to a riddle. Erik stared at him, trying to remember what he was talking about, then decided that it was not a good use of his precious brainpower. He put a smile on and said [color=00a651]"Yes! You got it! That is absolutely correct!"[/color] Erik wasn't particularly certain what riddle he had originally told the strange boy, but he was still feeling upset over the day's early events that had so embarrassed him. [color=00a651][i]'Still it's not like I did anything wrong, in fact overall I think my performance was still quite good enough to leave a suitable impression.'[/i][/color] Pleased at his own counsel, he rose and began walking to class, popping a grape into his mouth. Teres walked near him, but looked somewhat unsteady on her feet. 

They entered class and as Erik had predicted, the lectures were extraordinarily dull. Erik passed the time meticulously cleaning his nails, and occasionally glancing over at Teres, who seemed genuinely ill at this point. Erik's session with Dr. Gil was early today, intersecting with snack time. His stomach growled at him, not satisfied with the handful of food he had given it this morning. Erik ignored the sounds of hunger, he knew his body could survive almost anything he threw at it. He entered Dr. Gill's small office and lowered himself onto the couch with a plop, looking bored and disinterested. Nothing new would happen during this session. Dr. Gill would go over his progress at reaching his "therapy goals," ask about his medications, and try to glean more information about Erik's personal life no doubt squirreling it all away to write an "tell-all" novel once Erik made it big. Erik answered without paying too much attention to the questions staring at the degrees Dr. Gill had on the wall, judging the schools listed on the various degrees and certificates.

"By the way, Erik I am told that you all had a very interesting breakfast this morning." Dr. Gill pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose gazing at Erik inquisitively. "I would like to hear more about it from you."

Erik raised an eyebrow, this was a slight deviation from there normal sessions. Absently he wondered if he could finally gain some credibility with the therapist, possibly accelerating his exit from this place. [color=00a651]"Well, honestly, there isn't that much to it. Teres joined us this morning. Calla needed some help eating and Maddy got a bit upset."[/color] He shrugged his shoulders trying to project modesty and humility. [color=00a651][i]'Go on, admit that you are impressed with my progress.'[/i][/color] Dr. Gill, however, simply nodded and wrote another note on his damned clipboard, giving Erik nothing. The rest of the session continued as normal.

Erik went back to class and listened dully to mind numbing lecturer. There was nothing here that he had not been able to teach himself in 20 minutes outside of this prison house. It was as though the group home staff expected him to have the intelligence of a four year old, an insult. The day passed, Teres went out to her own session then came back later. He noticed a new scent of perfume waft through the air as she passed. He nodded appreciatively. Erik too had often run back to his room to correct some failing in his clothing or simply to ensure that he was perfect in the mirror. The day droned on till classes were done. The rest of the group slowly began filing out of the class. He felt a light touch against his arm and looked to see Maddy looking at him in the eyes. 

[color=8882be]"Can we talk?"[/color]

Erik considered for a moment then nodded. He waited for the others to leave the classroom waiting to hear what Maddy had to say for herself.