I couldn't be a school counselor because I'd get too into the kids' heads. So far, I had made seven high schoolers weep in my office. I made another one hyperventilate. One complained of frequent nightmares. I was banned from Hope High School. I've never gone back.
Well, that's a lie. I found a way back through the vents. I stay in the walls, where they can't see me. And I listen.