Post by Marcus Foster on Feb 2, 2017 1:35:20 GMT
Marcus stepped onto the Bellefonte campus with plan. He'd worked for the Academy for almost a year now and this was a first. It wasn't his fault. He hadn't wanted to actually be a proactive, productive employer that did more than the bare minimum but circumstances dictated differently. The new year had brought a fresh batch of student to Bellefonte, a good portion of them in need of Marcus' services.
So much for taking a position that would afford him a lot of free time.
He considered Peyton Hobbs to be an exception case. In a world of misfits and freaks she had a tangible, visible reason to feel isolated. It frustrated Marcus that his more experienced and educated peers had failed to recognize when a simply needed someone to listen and be receptive to their thoughts and feelings as opposed to being analyzed and treated.
All of that and he still didn't know where his office was.
Marcus had the note requesting Peyton's presence sent out just before lunch. There was nothing special about the note. It was the same yellow slip of paper that was handed out to students for any number of administrative, disciplinary or academic reason.
With the note simply requesting Peyton to come to the counselor's office out, Marcus waited. He didn't bother leaving the main office as there was no intent to stay inside. Instead he took a seat in the lobby and pulled out his phone to pass the time until his newest charge arrived.
When the door opened and the blonde girl stepped inside, Marcus immediately got to his feet. The phone found its way into the pocket of his tan cargo pants and his t-shirt which proudly proclaimed his disdain for lettuce using a derogatory term made him stick out among his far more nicely dresses co-workers.
"Peyton." He said, forgoing the false formalities that came with using last names. He wasn't there to be a psychiatrist and if anyone expected him to be one was in for a bad time. "I'm your new counselor." It occurred to him he wasn't even sure if her last counselor had informed her of the switch. "I hope they told you about this..." Though he wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't.
So much for taking a position that would afford him a lot of free time.
He considered Peyton Hobbs to be an exception case. In a world of misfits and freaks she had a tangible, visible reason to feel isolated. It frustrated Marcus that his more experienced and educated peers had failed to recognize when a simply needed someone to listen and be receptive to their thoughts and feelings as opposed to being analyzed and treated.
All of that and he still didn't know where his office was.
Marcus had the note requesting Peyton's presence sent out just before lunch. There was nothing special about the note. It was the same yellow slip of paper that was handed out to students for any number of administrative, disciplinary or academic reason.
With the note simply requesting Peyton to come to the counselor's office out, Marcus waited. He didn't bother leaving the main office as there was no intent to stay inside. Instead he took a seat in the lobby and pulled out his phone to pass the time until his newest charge arrived.
When the door opened and the blonde girl stepped inside, Marcus immediately got to his feet. The phone found its way into the pocket of his tan cargo pants and his t-shirt which proudly proclaimed his disdain for lettuce using a derogatory term made him stick out among his far more nicely dresses co-workers.
"Peyton." He said, forgoing the false formalities that came with using last names. He wasn't there to be a psychiatrist and if anyone expected him to be one was in for a bad time. "I'm your new counselor." It occurred to him he wasn't even sure if her last counselor had informed her of the switch. "I hope they told you about this..." Though he wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't.