11:15:14

“Yeah, what am I supposed to do once I'm here?” Bradley asks leaning against the desk.

“What's your name?” she asks opening her laptop.

“Bradley, Bradley Gibson.” he answers while watching her as she types, then her fingers stop suddenly.

“Ah..ha..you're heading to your first day of the um classes to help with your anger.” she says fumbling with her words.

“Yeah, yeah. Anger management classes, I get it. Now can you show me the way or something?” he says sighing frustratedly.

“Yes sir.” she squeaks out typing something, before looking away from him to the screen. “Head to Summerfield, it's on the Heights floor...third floor. You can take the regular stairs or elevator.” she says still staring at the screen, while pointing in multiple directions.

“Uhhh..yeah thanks.” he mutters walking off and looking around at the signs to find a elevator.

Eventually he finds one, and it's open! He runs towards it to get to it on time. There's an older large male, who seems to be in their forties. The man almost looked like a kid with the rainbow colored lollipop, licking it happily.

“Can you hold the elevator?!” Bradley yells out while running, getting closer to the elevator.

The man looks directly at him, right in the eyes. And he doesn't move a single muscle, letting the elevator doors close. Bradley stopped running and glared at the closed doors, walking over to the elevator. He jabbed the button multiple times, as his face got hot. Probably shading to a light red.

The elevator doors open. Lucky no one was in there. Bradley would have lost his cool. He stepped in and waited for the doors to close. As he went up, he tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. There was no music playing like in movies and shows. None to calm him or anger him more. So he was left in pure silence, instead of rationalizing things out he held onto his anger.

When the doors opened on the third floor he stomped off the elevator and all the way to the door that had a sign, called Summerfield. He reached down for a knob roughly, only to his surprise to find out there was no knob. So instead he pushed the door open and there were six people in the room. One was very familiar.

“Sam?” Bradley says blinking at the young male in the middle of the circle, with those thick-rimmed glasses.

“Stan.” the male grumbled pinching the bridge of his nose.

Anyone would be surprised that the male was Stan, his counselor. His behavior was completely different from how it usually is. He usually doesn’t show a mean bone in his body. Seems to have lots of patience. But the Stan that stood before Bradley didn't seem to be anything near that Stan.

Bradley blinked at Stan who got more irritated by the second it seems. Was Stan in anger management classes too? He doesn't know how Stan would help as a counselor then.