It took about three years for me to cave. It didn’t really affect me at first. I just went on with my life. Entered high school. Started dating and broke up, all without any trouble. But in my junior year, I started to doubt myself. I felt like I was rushing everything, and I had anxiety about my assignments right up until the moment I got my grades. I didn’t get enough sleep because I was fidgeting too much. Eventually, I went onto google and searched for “seattle special cases” because I didn’t think Ms. Andid had given me a brochure.
After scrolling past the detective websites, I saw a link titled, “Seattle Center for Special Cases.” It looked promising, so I clicked. It led to a pdf printout that looked like a brochure. All it had were directions to 6013 Starflower street. It should say something that I was desperate enough to drive up there and look for this institution. When I finally got there, I was tired and having thoughts about walking down into this big, dark building when I could just fall asleep. But I did it anyway.
