- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Online Availability
- Every day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Transgender
- Genres
- Horror, Paranormal, Comedy, Action, Magical, Fantasy, Modern, School, and Romance.
Bryce slammed his locker door shut still scowling because he knew what today was. Thursday, which meant he had to start that stupid group therapy thing today. He had to go to the stupid thing 2 times a week, Mondays and Thursdays. He really didn't see the point in going, he wasn't going to talk to anyone about his problems. He let out a sigh as he watched people exiting the school. Lucky bastards. He dragged his feet and began walking down the hall. He turned the corner and entered a room which the meetings were always held at. He saw everyone sitting in chairs that formed a circle.
Bryce groaned at the cheerful smiles everyone flashed him as he took his seat.
"Hello Bryce glad you came today. Everyone Bryce will be joining the group today!" Mrs. Wilson, the person that ran the group said.
Bryce rolled his dark grey eyes, "Did I really have a damn choice?" He asked bitterly.
Bryce was actually a handsome young man. Tall, muscular and built, emo-like hair and his features maybe tough and mysterious but that was what made him attractive. He very rarely showed any emotions besides anger.
Mrs. Wilson gave him a sympathetic smile, which he hated. He didn't want to be pitied.
Bryce groaned at the cheerful smiles everyone flashed him as he took his seat.
"Hello Bryce glad you came today. Everyone Bryce will be joining the group today!" Mrs. Wilson, the person that ran the group said.
Bryce rolled his dark grey eyes, "Did I really have a damn choice?" He asked bitterly.
Bryce was actually a handsome young man. Tall, muscular and built, emo-like hair and his features maybe tough and mysterious but that was what made him attractive. He very rarely showed any emotions besides anger.
Mrs. Wilson gave him a sympathetic smile, which he hated. He didn't want to be pitied.