wrong direction [cameron]

[bryson michael preston]

Dr. Preston, was really liking Hawthorne so far. Sure he didn't have the most perkiest job in the whole school, but he left that up to the students. They were a lot more perky then most of the staff here. This was his line of work though is calling and the people that he had talked to so far had really interesting stories. They had all be respectable and he had been very professional. He believed that he really could help all these teens that he spoke to. Today, he had a Cameron Elizabeth Lynn. This teen had been rumored to be a bit of a troubled case to put it in polite terms. Bryson Preston, wasn't going to judge the book by its cover though. He never really did. Mostly the talking that these kids did most of the work for him. He was just licensed to well judge them. That was what most perfered to call it. He didn't like those terms though, because he didn't feel like he was judging them.

He was helping them. It was more of a clinical process. If they needed medication then he would prescribe it if they needed guidance he was in a position to guide them. The students varied on needs and they varied in person to. Some of them were nice others instilled fear in him, but he wouldn't let it show. His emotions become dead for his job. The only emption he ever really showed was seriousness. That was what this took! Reading over her file he gathered some details but he would rather not judge her based on what what on paper. First hand was his position. That was what he wished to see. Then he would enscribe what he felt was necessary. Though writing too much would make someone self conscious so he tended not to do that while the client was in the room. He would take mentalnotes and then he would send them out if he needed before making his diagnosis. He wouldn't like to watch someone write a lot of stuff about him, but then it was his job so if they prefered he would just write while they were in the room.

The lady buzzed him letting him know she was here. He got her a plastic cup of water, because well glass if she was so moved could be broken. He didn't want to chance it though he was trying not to be judgemental. Then he heard a knock as he set her water down for her. "Come in." he said in a clear enough tone fore her to hear him from outside. He stood up straight smoothing out his jacket. His clipboard sat on the small table next to his chair. Sure, this wasn't someones favorite stop, but he was hoping his approach of ease would make her feel like she could talk to him and just open up, let loose in the proper sense, he had to admit i made him kind of nervous, but he didn't let it show. He just would take it with strides.