The councellor sighed.
"Amber..."
"Yes, yes, I know, I know," Amber interupted impatiently. "I have to stop obsessing about not having a speciality power and fretting about being a freak."
"You are not a freak, Amber."
It was Amber's turn to sigh.
"Amber, I'm trying to help you, really, I am."
"You and everyone else. You know what your speciality power is. You have no idea how hard it is to deal with not having one. Everyone giving you weird looks and getting teased and pity and ugh! And then Trina, trying to set me up on dates like I'm some sort of loser who can't get herself a boyfriend..."
"Did Trina say that, or are you imagining that's what she's thinking?"
"I'm being faceious."
"Uh huh. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Amber sighed. She hated therapy. Why couldn't everyone just let her wallow in her own self pity in peace?