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Post by sophie marie becker on Aug 12, 2011 23:38:54 GMT -5
It had been a while since Daisy's mother's funeral. Sophie could tell the immediate difference with Daisy and how she had been acting since they came back, even after prom. So now was her chance to see what was going on. Sophie had taken time out of her science class to meet with Daisy. She waited for the bell to ring and smiled at Daisy. "Hey Daisy, do you have a moment I need to talk to you about something." She told her with a continual smile on her face. She didn't break the smile, she didn't want Daisy to think that something was up.
She waited for everyone to leave the room short of Daisy, then turned around and shut the door. "I wanted to double check on you Daisy, you seem a little bit distant lately, is there a reason for it?" Sophie asked kindly. She really hoped that if there was that Daisy would feel comfortable talking to her. That she would feel comfortable with telling the truth to her. Perhaps there was something that Sophie could do for Daisy. Something that no one else could do and that was to have someone to confide in, much like a confidant.
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Post by daisy elizabeth lipenowski on Aug 13, 2011 0:13:44 GMT -5
Daisy had never liked school, ever since the beginning, but she liked science, especially chemistry and stuff like that. Well, it wasn’t that she hated school, it was the people that she hated. Back in grammar school the kids never talked to her, they never wanted to play with her and that continued on through middle school and high school. It was all because her parents were drunks. The bell rang and the class began to dismiss. Daisy flipped her binder shut and stood up, migrating towards the door like the rest of the students. Just as she was about to slip out the door to freedom, she was stopped. “Uh, yeah. Sure,” she said, a little creeped out by all of the smiling. Smiley people scared the girl a bit. They were always hiding something.
As soon as the door clicked shut, déjà vu hit Daisy like a ton of bricks. One minute she was standing in a classroom in Horizon with Sophie, the next she was back in her old school in the guidance councilor’s office. The guidance councilor made her sit down in a chair in front of her desk and cut straight to the point, firing questions at her left and right. Daisy became stiff, her nerves taking over her body. They were drowning her, she couldn’t dodge the questions this time. “No no no not again,” she squeezed her eyes shut and spoke to herself. The worst moment of her life was replaying in her head and suddenly another voice broke through, snapping her out of her memory.
Daisy took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, relieving some of the tension in her head. “No, I’m fine, really,” she attempted to convince Sophie. The girl didn’t feel comfortable talking to adults, she could deal with her own problems. She couldn’t handle their persistence, how they were always trying to crack through her shell, it was just too much pressure to deal with all at one time.
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Post by sophie marie becker on Aug 13, 2011 0:47:13 GMT -5
Sophie could tell that she was giving off weird vibes. Usually she was pretty good at talking to Daisy. They had spent a fairly good amount of time in the car together. She had told her some things about her own life, how she couldn't have kids. Even Daisy didn't judge her, though it was hard at first speaking to her and letting her know about the changes that Sophie was going through.
"You do have a choice Daisy, I was only asking." Sophie told the girl now, realizing that she might feel a little pressured if not caged inside of the room. Sophie looked at Daisy as she seemed to be escaping reality. Sometimes Sophie wished she could escape reality as well. "Daisy, I know for a fact that your not fine, why else are you acting so distant, afraid maybe, I can't quite put my finger on it." She told her now. "Would you rather sit backwards and we can have a little one on one, I know you don't like looking at us when we talk, so how about we do that, and you can get whatever is going on out and into the open." Sophie told her.
Sophie was one of those counselors who tried to reach out to her now. She figured that the more she reached out, the more they can bring out the same Daisy Lipenowski that had come into Horizon so many years ago. The one that was hidden behind Daisy Graves, the one who was broken, confused, hurting and trying to mask it all. Now she was open, different, far less tainted but yet closing down on the counselours, or so that's what Sophie had imagined was going on. She can't speak for Daisy, only for herself but something was off.
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Post by daisy elizabeth lipenowski on Aug 13, 2011 11:09:46 GMT -5
“It’s fine. I have some time,” Daisy spoke fluidly, a bit of worry was apparent in her voice. She didn’t like talking one on one with counselors, no matter how close she was with them. The girl felt the pressure, an immense amount of it in every meeting. Maybe she had an issue with adults? She couldn’t tell you because Daisy herself was unsure. The girl had always labeled it as a having a problem with people or having a problem controlling her anger. No matter how tough she looked and acted, she was afraid on the inside. She had so many fears that she was practically drowning in them.
From Sophie’s description, Daisy couldn’t believe that she sounded so pathetic. She sounded weak and vulnerable, two things that she promised herself that she would never be. Daisy Graves wasn’t afraid of anything. She embraced the darkness of the shadows and looked at all things as a sign from a higher being. On the other hand, Daisy Lipenowski seemed to be the total opposite. Being weak wasn’t an option, especially with her father and brother still around to take advantage of that.
She nodded at the counselor’s suggestion to sit backwards. Daisy never felt comfortable looking at them face to face. She could read their expressions like a book, that’s something she picked up in her early years, always viewing things from a distance. The girl took a seat facing the window, wondering if this whole meeting was somehow tied to the things she had written and stashed under her desk. Those papers were meant to be for her eyes only. “So, how is everything going with you?” Daisy asked calmly, trying to keep the topic of the conversation off herself for a little while. She needed a few minutes to adjust, to be inside her own head and sort out her thoughts. This was usually how she started out these little conferences and she needed to let Sophie know what it felt like to be questioned like that. Daisy knew some of the counselor's dark side, what was hidden in the shadows and if she wanted to get anything out of the girl, things had to be even. An eye for an eye. They would both have to suffer.
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