"HOW DO YOU LIKE school, Tru?" asked the doctor, changing the subject and setting off alarm bells in my head.
Here it goes, I thought to myself. She thought she'd softened me up with that story and therefore, I'd tell her anything now. Nope. I wasn't that easy.
"I like it," I replied. "Well, the school part. Last year I was kind of out of it, but I'm better this year."
"Do you have problems with anyone at school?" Her eyes drilled into me.
"No, I mean, mostly no." Once again, I wanted to sew my lips closed.
Dr. Frankler smiled. "If you didn't have any problems with other students, Tru, you would be the only one. Trust me."
"Well, I try to avoid the people that bug me." Namely Zena, I thought. "So, it's not so bad."
"And your friend, Ruthie Robles, how long have you known her?"
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