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Chapter: 4

I frowned at the two girls in front of me. Angry is not the right word to describe the way I'm feeling right at this moment. More like disappointed. At Angela in particular, I mean I really thought I had been getting through to her. She was supposed to be released soon! I would still recommend that she be released soon, but I fear that my superiors will disagree. To be fair she hadn't done anything too terrible, they were mostly yelling.

Well Angela had been yelling. Diana had just stood there and made irritating remarks. At least as far as I know. All the information I have on the subject comes from a few of the other patients. I only have a vague idea of what the argument was about, and that comes from my knowledge of Angela's personality. I had been trying to figure out the whole story, and figuring out a way to resolve the issue for the past half hour. It wasn't going well.

"Okay what happened?"

Angela glared at Diana before answering.

"It was her fault. I didn't do anything wrong."

Diana just raised an eyebrow that said 'do I even need to make a sarcastic response?'

"Really, do you think you could explain to me what exactly Diana did that has you this upset?"

"She breaths."

"Angela!"

"What! Don't you always tell us that this is a place where we can always speak our mind. That is honestly how I feel."

I nodded very certain that this was not going to be easy. Apparently Diana, and Angela had met in the cafeteria for the first time today. They didn't really get along. Angela is social, but she is very easily offended.

Not to mention the fact that she appears to have tendency to show hostility to "competition" as she likes to call it. Basically any girl who comes even close to being as attractive as her. Though I'm not sure what they are supposed to be competing for since she often, LOUDLY, complains that there is no guy on the planet who will ever be good enough for her.

Between Angela's habit of taking offense, and Diana's habit of offending people, well let's just say that some of our more timid patients are going to need a few extra sessions. Now I am trying to figure out how to fix this. Or at least have the two girls able to civilly exist in a room together.

"When did Diana's existence begin to have this affect on you, Angela?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it was probably right after I saw her for the first time."

I couldn't help the annoyed look I gave her.

"Diana, would you care to tell me what happened?" It wasn't really that much of a request.

"Not particularly."

"Diana." I gave my best intimidating professional look. For some reason I got the feeling that she wasn't impressed. I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

She sighed and gave me a condescending look before beginning. It was almost as if she had decided to take pity on me, and reward me for my efforts.

"I honestly don't know. For some reason I just seem to have a negative effect on other girls. Lets just call it a talent of mine."

"What I am getting from this conversation is that you two bumped into each other, and randomly started yelling at each other."

Angela looked slightly sheepish for a moment before her expression turned to embarrassed indignation. Diana looked annoyed, but it was more like she was annoyed about a some minor nuisance than the fact that it was her second day here and she was already making enemies.

"What did you two hope to accomplish by starting a fight in the middle of the lunch room?"

Diana's lips suddenly curved upwards, just a fraction of an inch, and just for a split second before it reverted back to a sarcastic sneer. I was suddenly sure that something was wrong here, but I didn't know what. Maybe she was just happy to have caused trouble, she seems like the type. For some strange reason I knew that wasn't it.

Angela was just scowling at the floor refusing to respond. I had a feeling that whatever was going on with Diana didn't have much to do with Angela. That Angela didn't mean anything to Diana, that she had just been convenient, for whatever Diana was plotting.

I remember reading in one of Diana's former psychologists' files that Diana usually had a goal, something she was after. When she had been in the FAYZ the goal had simply been survival. She had played a dangerous game with intelligent, charismatic, and powerful teenagers where any wrong move could mean game over. Now she had that look of someone after something. I was struck by the urge to leave the room. Take a break and think things over. I wasn't really getting anywhere with either of the girls anyway.

I wrapped up the session and drove home. I was at home lying on the couch before I realized that my boss probably wanted me to figure out some way to make the two girls play nice. Getting worked up over it I sat up and tried to think of a plan. Then I remembered Diana's look and had a sinking feeling that making her play nice with the other kids was probably the least of our worries.

I went to bed feeling sick and worried. To think that all this trouble had come from a yelling match and knowing smile that had only lasted for a split second.