[size=25pt]♒[/size] [size=25pt]Megan Ryan Hamilton[/size] [size=25pt]♒[/size]
" to be prepared is half the victory "
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px Black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height:200px; color: black; font-family: andale mono; text-align: justify; color: black; background-position: left;]I've always wanted to either be a doctor, nurse, or therapist. Sounds kind of weird I know but it's what I've wanted to do. I want to help people with problems that they need help with. I volunteered at this nearby psychiatric hospital where I can talk to patients and make them feel more comfortable. I usually talk to the patients around my age, which would be people in their twenties, and some younger kids. There are people ranging from eight to about eighty here and I've never heard of the name Manson before until this day.
One of the doctors came up to me and asked me if I would want to visit a boy named Manson. I wasn't told his age and I wasn't told what he looked like, all I was told was that he didn't talk. At all apparently. I asked why and he said he wasn't sure. He explained how he had some issues with family in the past and that both his parents were dead. They were murdered but the police aren't exactly sure because they got there a long time after, or that's what he told me. I couldn't even imagine having both my parents murdered. I felt cold at the thought but quickly brightened when he told me he would show me to his room, right after I grabbed my favorite book. "Why would I need a book?" He said I had to read to him, which wasn't so bad.
I ran down the halls until I reached my "office." I called it my office because I stayed there when I didn't have anyone to visit, or when I ate my lunch sometimes. It was a small room that had a desk, a phone, and pens and pencils with a stack of papers. It wasn't much but it was all I needed. Also there was a chair, a spinning chair.
After grabbing one of my favorite books, one of the ones I brought with me, The Hobbit. I loved the seriousness and the silliness. It was well balanced and an altogether amazing book. Hopefully this Manson kid liked it as much as I do.
I reached the doctor who was still standing in the hall. I showed him the book I chose and he smiled. I could tell that it wasn't the book he would have chosen at his facial reaction, but it was good enough for me. We walked down the hall, made some turns, and arrived at a door. It was white, pretty much like everything else in this building. Except for me and some other people. I wore a light pink, almost salmon, short sleeved shirt with some light washed skinny jeans and white converse. It wasn't much, but it was me. I did have a red and black plaid shirt in my office, but I got hot earlier so I took it off.
The doctor knocked and then walked in. I guess they have no privacy. I would have waited until they said it was okay to come in, but then again this kid supposedly didn't talk. I kept getting confused. I walked in behind the doctor and didn't pay attention while he explained that I was going to talk to him today. He gave me a smile and walked out, leaving the two of us some time alone.
The boy looked like he was around my age, which was good. I smiled at him brightly and showed him the book. "He said I was going to read to you. I hope you like fantasy." I looked around and then found a chair. I pulled it up to the side of his bed and sat down, opened the book, and began to read.
I started to loose track of how many pages I was reading and then looked at the number. I widened my eyes and then realized I was almost done the first chapter. I continued until I reached that page. Chapter 2 it read. I then placed my well made bookmark that said the hobbit in green. I was original. I closed it and put it in my lap. "Well, hope you enjoyed the first chapter." There was silence so I began to talk more. I thought maybe if I showed him I was nice he would open up. "I love this book. I read it for the first time in fifth grade. I loved it so much I decided to read it every year, this is the time I read it this year. I can't break tradition." I smiled at him and wasn't sure what to say. I pursed my lips and looked around the room. Not much to it. I sighed lightly and then looked back at him, as if expecting something, anything.
[ hope this wasn't too long, I got carried away a bit XD ]
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