"I am hoping that today will be very productive, you don't have to hide your feelings from me, I'm here to help." Dr. Rivers assured her as he reached out to pat her shoulder, as a way to reassure the girl, but she did not take well to the affection, and compliments of strangers so she swiftly got up and walked to the threshold where she paused for a brief second.
"I don't have anything to talk about today. Just knowing you're there for me is enough." Lizbeth said, using her typical line to coax him into feeling as if he'd done his job, when really all he did was make her hate the academy even more.
"W-well... I'm glad to hear that. Maybe next time you'll have more to share." Dr. Rivers said, although he sounded a bit unsure. With that Lizbeth made her way out of the door and down the long corridor, her black converse make a rhythmic thud as she made her way around the bend and into the library where she sat in the farthest corner, out of the sight of the librarian and held her bic lighter right under a copy of Fahrenheit 451, she watched as the pages tried to escape the inferno by curling back upon themselves, but the fire engulfed the brittle pages without hesitation.
"How Ironic." She says with a half smile.
