I was on the bus when my mom texted me about the counselor contacting her about the story. She had warned me many times to be careful about who sees them at school. I told my friend about being discovered but I forgave her. Mom and I didn’t really talk about it at home that night. I had been really good at hiding my writing up until junior year, and I must have gotten cocky.
The next morning in my geography class I got a call to go to the counselor’s office. I was taking a retest on naming all of the states of America… with the map, which is a little harder than it would seem but I passed that time. What, an 87 isn’t good enough teacher?
So after the test I walk across the whole school to go to the lady’s door and she isn’t in there. Other counselors start walking by and laughing at me. I ask where she is and am told it will be a minute. The next person to walk up is a security guard with a scary-ass robot voice. He’s quite friendly though so the encounter didn’t go horribly. We sit in the office and after a minute of awkward silence he says, “Don’t worry. You aren’t in any trouble.”
At this point the lady finally walks in and we get to talking. She liked the story! She thought the action was cool. She liked the plot too; but I actually fought her on that one because the story had virtually no plot. I was truly ashamed of writing that one. The conversation goes on and I figure out what she doesn’t like. It was the swearing. Harold had quite the mouth on him in that story.
So lady, what you’re telling me is; you aren’t afraid of the graphic violence but the language? Another topic they brought up was my mental health. They didn’t want me to go committing a gas station robbery myself and I had to tell them multiple times I wouldn’t. I also told them my other stories weren’t nearly as violent, which is true. I was being really nice and respectful to both of them though and soon enough I was let out with little trouble at all. One thing they did do though was keep the story under lock and key.
They wouldn’t give it back to me. She even had it in her hands and then put it in the folder. It was like teasing a dog with a treat and never giving it to them.
Word about this actually didn’t spread to too many people, but it was enough to get my name recognized through the school. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing either- my classmates wanted to read my stories. Instead of discouraging me from showing them my stories, the counselor actually improved my marketing. I admit, to any of those from school, I lied about publishing Ruby Caves soon. That’s going to take a while. But I’m, really, really, close with other stories.