I saw black sneakers with purple shoestrings. Then tight black pants. Далее a draping black shirt, with small hands covered by fingerless, leather gloves. A пересекать, крест choker sat at the base of her neck. My eyes then fell upon hers. Those eyes, those piercing blue eyes, somewhat similar to my own. The black hair teased slightly, with choppy, side bangs, covering the outer corner of her right eye. It was the girl, from the hallway. The one who thanked me. I gasped softly.
    “Hello, Lucy,” I сказал(-а) to her.
    “Hello,” she сказал(-а) in the same small voice.
    “Dr. Demidov, Lucy’s file is on my desk. I’ll leave Ты two alone. I’ll be back in about one hour,” Mrs. Blake left the room. I stood, and moved over to Mrs. Blake’s chair, behind the desk.
    “Take a seat,” I сказал(-а) gesturing to the chair, I just moved from. Lucy sat in the chair, grimacing when it made a soft creak. She was so tiny, in all ways, short, and skinny. “Tell me about you,” I сказал(-а) watching as her eyes jumped, and flashed. Her arm muscle twitched. The eye flash was from the obsessive-compulsive disorder, but the arm twitch was not. I guessed it was a tic, possibly Tourette syndrome.
    “Well, there isn’t much to tell,” she chuckled humorlessly.
    “I’m sure there is,” I сказал(-а) with a slight smile. “How old are you?” I asked when she didn’t respond.
    “I’m nine,” she сказал(-а) looking at her hands.
    “But you’re in sixth grade,” I сказал(-а) confused. “You should only be in fourth grade.”
    “I know, but I skipped fifth grade. They made me take a test, and I got a perfect score. Then, they threw me in this hell hole,” Lucy сказал(-а) with certain bitterness. It was a bitterness I understood, I was the same way when I was her age.
    “So, I’m going to assume Ты don’t like school,” I сказал(-а) studying her expression.
    “I hate it, and I want to watch as it burns to the ground,” she сказал(-а) with a dark gleam in her eye.
    “If Ты hate it so, how are Ты so smart?” I asked. I know how most minds worked. Children’s minds work in such a logical way. If they do not like something, they will not bring success with it. Lucy was different, though.
    “I don’t know, I don’t pay attention,” she shrugged.
    “I was the same way in school. I never did skip a grade, though,” I said. “Well, unless missing most of your senior год counts,” I was put into the institution. I didn’t finish high school.
    “Considering Ты obtained a doctorate degree without finishing high school, I think it does count,” Lucy looked up at me, nodding slightly. I checked the clock on the wall. It had only been fifteen minutes.
    “Tell me about your parents,” I said. I wanted to know what kind of people didn’t bring their child into my office. Why the school had to call me, instead of them?
    “I don’t want to talk about it,” she сказал(-а) becoming suddenly fascinated with the wall.
    “Alright,” I didn’t want to make her talk about something that makes her uncomfortable. It wasn’t fair of me. The information may be in her file, I would check later.
The Далее forty-five минуты we spent talking about her friends, classes, and artistic abilities. Lucy told me, Далее time she saw me, I could see her sketchbook. She had сказал(-а) only one person had seen it, and that was her best friend, Xander. The way she spoke of him sounded like young love. I wondered of her Любовь interest.
    Mrs. Blake was punctual; the clock told me an час had passed. Then, she walked in.
    “Are Ты finished, Dr. Demidov?” Mrs. Blake asked.
    “Yes, for today,” I answered.
    “Oh. Will Ты be seeing her again?” Mrs. Blake asked.
    “Yes, Далее Friday, preferably,” How could she think I would not keep seeing her? I looked over at Lucy. “If possible Lucy, I’d like to see Ты tomorrow, outside of school. Would that be alright?”
    She nodded, her small, angular face bobbing up, and down as she did so. “Where?” She asked.
    “I’ll give the information to Mrs. Blake. She can give it to Ты today, before Ты leave,” I сказал(-а) glancing at Mrs. Blake to make sure she would.
    “Okay, thank you, Dr. Demidov,” Lucy сказал(-а) as she started out the door.
    “Lucy,” I called. “I assume we will be seeing a lot of each other, so please, call me, Damien,” I said. She nodded, and then walked out the door.
    Mrs. Blake gave me a slip of paper, and a pen. “You can write the information down there.”
    “Thank you,” I said, removing Lucy’s file from the drawer. I thumbed through it, until I found the section about her parents.
    I looked down the page, and then my eyes fell upon some valuable information. As I read, I discovered her mother left her at Memorial Hospital. She did not notify the nurses, she just left. Lucy was in the NICU, she was born three months premature. The nurses took care of her, until she was healthy, and normal size.
    Afterwards, the doctors, and nurses put her in a foster home. The longest time she’d stayed at one was six months. No one wanted her, because she was hard to handle. Social Services had also tried adoption. Again, no one wanted her, because she was too eccentric.
    She’d been at her current Главная for two months. The names of the foster parents were Mr., and Mrs. Blevins. Mr. Blevins was a dentist, and Mrs. Blevins worked as a pharmacist. As I read the name of the pharmacy, I realized that is where Grey worked. Grey was Mrs. Blevins secretary.
    I remembered Grey telling me about her last night. Mrs. Blevins was a nice woman, but stern. She’d been screaming at her kid on the phone. Was it Lucy she was yelling at? Surely not.
    I quickly jotted down the place, and time of the meeting tomorrow. We would meet at Social Services headquarters, from noon, until two. I handed the paper to Mrs. Blake.
    “Thank you,” she сказал(-а) taking the paper. I stood from the chair, taking the file.
    I walked out of the school. Going towards home.