His First Time Chapter 1: Tea and Cookies
I felt like writing something new so I am working on yet another story. I am hoping to work on a chapter each day this week. Please tell me what you think.
Chapter 1 The Time of Teas and Cookies
Author: Rebekah1213
Word count: 1448
I walked into her office that smelled of sandlewood and faint smoke. She had a desk facing west with a leather chair facing east as there was a leather couch with a matching chair a long the north wall.
I sat in the leather chair facing the desk as instructed by the young, blond, rushed secretary. I sat down as she closed the door behind me. As I sat in the cold leather I looked at the name plate on the desk. Dr. Anne Jaggy PhD. I took a deep breath as I sat back still noticing how the letter were engraved in gold. Her desk was cluttered with pens and papers. She had a window with the blind closed inward as it kept most of the sunset out.
She had an clock on the wall behind her desk next to her book shelf containing a majority of the booking being on the subject of personality and abnormal psychology. She even had a binder on the top shelf it struck out to me, because of it size: it was much larger than the other books, and it had JAGGY written in black marker. The ticking sound of the clock allowed me to realized thats I had showed up 15 minutes early and now sitting her office she was offically 2 minutes late for own patient. However time to me, is now so very trivial.
Finally the door knob turn slowly as I clear hear her say "I will call you tonight and we can discuss the deal. Thank you so much. Bye." Her bye was quick and bitter as if she was frustrated for me being here interupting her life. She opened the door with my file craddled in her arms. She had a cell phone in one hand and cup of tea in the other.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I had a phone meeting that went much longer than I had planned." She didn't tell me she was writing a book on several of her patients and she just got the final agreement from the publisher. She didn't want to brag until the book was officially pubished. That was anything of mine other than great senses, I could read minds as clear as day, and her mind was annoyed that she had a client this late at night. It was 5:36pm on a warm June evening as the sun was just starting to set and the temptature was perfect that gentle breeze to walk from store.
"It's okay. I'm Jack Surve. I am grateful to be able to schedule into your very busy schedule." She didn't shake my hand when I said my name instead she looked me straight in the eyes with an ackward smile as she sat at her desk.
"Well, I read your case and I understand you have some current money issues, so this is what I am going to do. We will do a quick overview of your old life and what you liked and disliked about it tonight, and next week I will schedule a two hour session for you. I will charge you my average rate for one hour for that entire session. If I can't at least give you some advice I will give it to you for free. If you feel you still need to come back, I will have to charge each hour afterwards my normal rate."
"How much is your hourly rate?" I asked as I felt I was talking to a prostiute.
"It is 175 dollars per hour. However just like I said, because I understand your money situation I will charge you 175 dollars for for today's 45 minutes plus a 2 hour session next week. "
"Please don't talk down to me like that. I understand I have 55 dollars now. I will get you a 120 dollars next week." Now I felt like I was apart of a drug deal.
"Well, lets move over to the couch, it easier for my clients to speak when they are more comfortable." I watched her moved as it seemed so slowly for younger type women. She had to have been in her mid-30's, but she looked much older with dark makeup caked on trying to fit into today's sucked and painted beauties. I walked after he trying to amble keeping my step slow and steady.
I slowly laid on the couch instantly feeling weak as I knew that is she wanted. She wanted to feel like the confident one in power and control, but just like another situation she had ever been in, she can only be in control of the information I give her. I took a deep breath as she began with the question.
"Okay, let's begin. Do you mind if I tape the session?" She asked.
"Yes, I do. " She put the tape away, but I could still hear her hit the record button.
"Okay. I read in the file that you wrote that you want your life back to normal. What do you mean bakc to normal?" She was talking me down making me feel weak, and wrong for wanting my simple, normal life back.
"My life consisted of my job which I worked at from 9am to 4:30pm Monday thru Friday. I would go to the store either on Mondays, Wednesdays or Saturday or all three. I would come home take a shower, make a small dinner, feed my cat, play a few video games, watch some TV, and maybe check my e-mail and then sleep for the next day. It was quiet and simple. I enjoyed the quiet and simple."
"What would you do on the weekends?" Dr. Jaggy asked as she wrote a few notes.
"Well . . . at least once a month I would visit my mother and my grandma for a Sunday dinner. Saturday's I would catch up on sleep or go and get a new video game. My life was good." I realize I had desparately missed it.
"What was job like?" I could almost hear her yawning in the questions.
"Well I've had the job right out of high school. I just pick up mail and packages and deliver it to the clients. I work for the mail room one of the biggest telemarkers in the city." I was silent waiting for her to finish her writing to ask another question.
"What was your boss like?"
"What would my boss have to do with this? He wasn't the one who changed my life that was all Diana's fault!" I could feel my anger build on my thought; I felt like a beast ripping out it's clothes.
"We'll get to Diana, what was great about your life? What were you favorite things to do? What did yuou want to change about your life?"
"I always enjoy the time I had just before going to bed, I would eat my favorite cookies with a cup of tea as I would watch TV. It was something my mother would do for me to relax."
"I see. Do you still enjoy the tea and cookies?" I almost thought she was mocking me.
"The cookies are dry to me and have no taste and the tea doesn't relax me anymore. . . ever since I met Diana!"
"What didn't you like about your life?" She desparately steered me away from the subject of Diana.
"Well, I didn't like it when my boss didn't give a raise and my landlord raised the rent. However my mom gives me 20 dollars every two weeks to mow her lawn, so it works out." I did begin to notice when my life was simple things really did just have a way of working themselves out.
"So there really isn't anything you would change?"
"No, not in the past, but I just wish it would all go back to the way it was." I felt instantly depressed.
"Well, it seems we need to figure out how to simplify your life again. However our time is up today. Next week will discuss who this women Diana is and how she has changed your life."
I ambled out of the office with a 5 dollar bill in my pocket and completely drained. I ambled back to my apartment as I snuck in the back door avoiding the camera. I took every step heavy with harsh depressed feel as I unlocked my apartment and stumbled in the dark apartment. I had all of my windows covered with duct tape and black blinds. Step by painful step I took as I final clapsed on my bed. I didn't really mention Diana and yet I was already feeling empty
Chapter 1 The Time of Teas and Cookies
Author: Rebekah1213
Word count: 1448
I walked into her office that smelled of sandlewood and faint smoke. She had a desk facing west with a leather chair facing east as there was a leather couch with a matching chair a long the north wall.
I sat in the leather chair facing the desk as instructed by the young, blond, rushed secretary. I sat down as she closed the door behind me. As I sat in the cold leather I looked at the name plate on the desk. Dr. Anne Jaggy PhD. I took a deep breath as I sat back still noticing how the letter were engraved in gold. Her desk was cluttered with pens and papers. She had a window with the blind closed inward as it kept most of the sunset out.
She had an clock on the wall behind her desk next to her book shelf containing a majority of the booking being on the subject of personality and abnormal psychology. She even had a binder on the top shelf it struck out to me, because of it size: it was much larger than the other books, and it had JAGGY written in black marker. The ticking sound of the clock allowed me to realized thats I had showed up 15 minutes early and now sitting her office she was offically 2 minutes late for own patient. However time to me, is now so very trivial.
Finally the door knob turn slowly as I clear hear her say "I will call you tonight and we can discuss the deal. Thank you so much. Bye." Her bye was quick and bitter as if she was frustrated for me being here interupting her life. She opened the door with my file craddled in her arms. She had a cell phone in one hand and cup of tea in the other.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I had a phone meeting that went much longer than I had planned." She didn't tell me she was writing a book on several of her patients and she just got the final agreement from the publisher. She didn't want to brag until the book was officially pubished. That was anything of mine other than great senses, I could read minds as clear as day, and her mind was annoyed that she had a client this late at night. It was 5:36pm on a warm June evening as the sun was just starting to set and the temptature was perfect that gentle breeze to walk from store.
"It's okay. I'm Jack Surve. I am grateful to be able to schedule into your very busy schedule." She didn't shake my hand when I said my name instead she looked me straight in the eyes with an ackward smile as she sat at her desk.
"Well, I read your case and I understand you have some current money issues, so this is what I am going to do. We will do a quick overview of your old life and what you liked and disliked about it tonight, and next week I will schedule a two hour session for you. I will charge you my average rate for one hour for that entire session. If I can't at least give you some advice I will give it to you for free. If you feel you still need to come back, I will have to charge each hour afterwards my normal rate."
"How much is your hourly rate?" I asked as I felt I was talking to a prostiute.
"It is 175 dollars per hour. However just like I said, because I understand your money situation I will charge you 175 dollars for for today's 45 minutes plus a 2 hour session next week. "
"Please don't talk down to me like that. I understand I have 55 dollars now. I will get you a 120 dollars next week." Now I felt like I was apart of a drug deal.
"Well, lets move over to the couch, it easier for my clients to speak when they are more comfortable." I watched her moved as it seemed so slowly for younger type women. She had to have been in her mid-30's, but she looked much older with dark makeup caked on trying to fit into today's sucked and painted beauties. I walked after he trying to amble keeping my step slow and steady.
I slowly laid on the couch instantly feeling weak as I knew that is she wanted. She wanted to feel like the confident one in power and control, but just like another situation she had ever been in, she can only be in control of the information I give her. I took a deep breath as she began with the question.
"Okay, let's begin. Do you mind if I tape the session?" She asked.
"Yes, I do. " She put the tape away, but I could still hear her hit the record button.
"Okay. I read in the file that you wrote that you want your life back to normal. What do you mean bakc to normal?" She was talking me down making me feel weak, and wrong for wanting my simple, normal life back.
"My life consisted of my job which I worked at from 9am to 4:30pm Monday thru Friday. I would go to the store either on Mondays, Wednesdays or Saturday or all three. I would come home take a shower, make a small dinner, feed my cat, play a few video games, watch some TV, and maybe check my e-mail and then sleep for the next day. It was quiet and simple. I enjoyed the quiet and simple."
"What would you do on the weekends?" Dr. Jaggy asked as she wrote a few notes.
"Well . . . at least once a month I would visit my mother and my grandma for a Sunday dinner. Saturday's I would catch up on sleep or go and get a new video game. My life was good." I realize I had desparately missed it.
"What was job like?" I could almost hear her yawning in the questions.
"Well I've had the job right out of high school. I just pick up mail and packages and deliver it to the clients. I work for the mail room one of the biggest telemarkers in the city." I was silent waiting for her to finish her writing to ask another question.
"What was your boss like?"
"What would my boss have to do with this? He wasn't the one who changed my life that was all Diana's fault!" I could feel my anger build on my thought; I felt like a beast ripping out it's clothes.
"We'll get to Diana, what was great about your life? What were you favorite things to do? What did yuou want to change about your life?"
"I always enjoy the time I had just before going to bed, I would eat my favorite cookies with a cup of tea as I would watch TV. It was something my mother would do for me to relax."
"I see. Do you still enjoy the tea and cookies?" I almost thought she was mocking me.
"The cookies are dry to me and have no taste and the tea doesn't relax me anymore. . . ever since I met Diana!"
"What didn't you like about your life?" She desparately steered me away from the subject of Diana.
"Well, I didn't like it when my boss didn't give a raise and my landlord raised the rent. However my mom gives me 20 dollars every two weeks to mow her lawn, so it works out." I did begin to notice when my life was simple things really did just have a way of working themselves out.
"So there really isn't anything you would change?"
"No, not in the past, but I just wish it would all go back to the way it was." I felt instantly depressed.
"Well, it seems we need to figure out how to simplify your life again. However our time is up today. Next week will discuss who this women Diana is and how she has changed your life."
I ambled out of the office with a 5 dollar bill in my pocket and completely drained. I ambled back to my apartment as I snuck in the back door avoiding the camera. I took every step heavy with harsh depressed feel as I unlocked my apartment and stumbled in the dark apartment. I had all of my windows covered with duct tape and black blinds. Step by painful step I took as I final clapsed on my bed. I didn't really mention Diana and yet I was already feeling empty