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Realistic or Modern Support group rp

LexiRK

Queen of Spades
Welcome to the Cherry Hill support group for troubled teenagers! If you wish to sign up and join our meetings please do so on the character sign up tab.
 
Nick sat there, boring his eyes into the Cherry Hill support group ad... 'All troubled teenagers allowed community help free' Nick read the ad, picking up his cold phone. The number read 1-800-238-2224. Nick dialed the number slowly and hit call.
 
Clarity saw someone looking at the ad for the support group. Her father had stuck he in there shortly after she'd gotten out of the hospital and recovered enough. "It doesn't help, for me at least" She told the person.
 
"Huh?" Nick turned back to see a girl in a black coat. "What was that?" Nick tilted his head for her to restate what she had said.
 
Clarity fidgeted "I don't think it's to help us really. More like we talk about ourselves and pretend to be improving" She glanced around not liking standing in one spot for long.
 
Elizabeth was laying in her bed until her uncle asked her to get out of the house since she had been inside the whole day. Elizabeth walked down the street until she saw a sign for some Support group for teenagers, she knew that was really stupid since she had been in many therapy sessions during the last year and nothing helped
 
"Hopefully it does a change on me." Nick sighed as he walked further down the sidewalk and talked to the support group on how he'd like to apply and join. "My...uh parents died two years ago." Nick answered a question.
 
Clarity walked down the sidewalk to the library. She'd been doing a lot of extra credit to keep her grades up. She felt safer being indoors too, since the accident she always felt uneasy outdoors and around cars.
 
Brooke didn't want to go. His mom worried for his health after the trip to the ER. He didn't have a choice, he felt bad for his mom. Brooke thought of support groups as an insult. He got dressed in his usual hoodie and t shirt and shuffled out the door.
 
Clarity quickly checked out some books she needed before heading to support group. She clutched the books tightly as she made her way down the sidewalk.
 
Nick sighed as he walked to the doors of the community center and entered through the door. A buffet of snacks and food awaited him at the support center and he licked his lips. Food? Especially that much!
 
Clarity walked into the community center seeing people were arriving already. She went to set her books down in her usual spot amongst the circle of chairs.
 
Brooke paused as he came to the doorstep of the building. He opened the door and helped himself to the food grabbing a few slices of cheese and a chunk of watermelon. He sat down and ate is food staring at the ground, never once looking up.
 
Clarity didn't get any food but she sat down with her books under the chair. The 'counselor' that sat with them called everyone to sit so they could begin.
 
Elizabeth entered the building and sighned, she knew it was a dumb idea but it was worth a shot. She entered the room and sat down waiting for the meeting to starT
 
Nick sighed and let the counselor talk. "We have a new person here today. His name is Nick and he'd like to explain his case to you." Nick sighed and walked up to the center of the room. "Hi, I am Nicholas Lunna and I'm a general hypochondriac."
 
Clarity nodded shifting in her chair. She remembered the guy from earlier when she saw him with the ad.
 
Holow walked in a bit late, just as the counselor told them to sit down. She was new, as in it took her a few months to even speak to her cousins again. It took even longer to get back to school and join this club. She skipped the food table, not hungry in the slightest. She sat down at one of the chairs, which just so happened to be next to some guy named Nick. When he went to go make his presentation, she sat quietly, her gaze cast downwards and her bun bobbing up and down as she moved her head slightly.
 
Brooke listened to the other conversations in the room but refused to look up. He ate the few slices of cheese and wiped his hands on his jacket. His eyes moved from place to place looking at the patterns in the carpet.
 
Yahtzee walked into the room late as usual sitting as far back and as close to the door as possible. This was his third time and yet he has still never been up to the podium, being to afraid to tell them what happened. Looking to the ceiling tiles and started to count them for the hundredth time already knowing that their were 456 tiles.
 
Nick nodded at the woman who was talking and sat back down, watching as the counselor spoke and sighed. What had happened to his life over the teenage years..
 
Brooke rubbed his arm slowly as he hummed to himself. He finally lifted his head to look around he looked at nick with a blank stare, he quickly put his head back down hoping nobody saw him.
 
Holow tapped her nails nervously on her leg, the other one bouncing up and down next to her. She looked around, her hazel eyes scanning the group of people. She noticed that Yahtzee had come in too. She sighed, looking down.
 

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