Anxious Encounters (Sean Neville)
Jul 5, 2016 15:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Casper van de Berg on Jul 5, 2016 15:25:33 GMT -5
Casper had a hard time moving. He even had a hard time going to live at Kocher. It was scary to adjust to a new place when you always expect the worse to happen. Even knowing his family was in the same country as him wasn't much a comfort. The United States were huge, and he was in only a corner of it while his parents and Isabella were in the midwest.
To cope with the new school, Casper mostly ate his weight and read. He'd holed himself up in his room when he didn't have classes to be at. It wasn't a good way to deal with his anxiety, but it was how he did it anyways. In the week that he had been at the school, Casper hardly even spoke. Other than his roommates and sisters, he didn't really know anyone in the school.
Well, with all the terrible adjusting skills Casper had it was no wonder he ended up with an appointment with Dr. Neville. Despite the man clearly being a doctor and working with kids (which generally meant they had to be a little nice), the Dutch boy was still nervous. He made the appointment on time, but he stood outside the door for a moment. Did he really want to see him? No, he needed to. He was taking medicine to deal with anxiety, the least he could do is talk out the stress.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He stood there waiting for a reply now.
To cope with the new school, Casper mostly ate his weight and read. He'd holed himself up in his room when he didn't have classes to be at. It wasn't a good way to deal with his anxiety, but it was how he did it anyways. In the week that he had been at the school, Casper hardly even spoke. Other than his roommates and sisters, he didn't really know anyone in the school.
Well, with all the terrible adjusting skills Casper had it was no wonder he ended up with an appointment with Dr. Neville. Despite the man clearly being a doctor and working with kids (which generally meant they had to be a little nice), the Dutch boy was still nervous. He made the appointment on time, but he stood outside the door for a moment. Did he really want to see him? No, he needed to. He was taking medicine to deal with anxiety, the least he could do is talk out the stress.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He stood there waiting for a reply now.
