I'm Really Not That Bad.

It took a bit but eventually three others filed into the room. One was a guy with an emo fringe that introduced himself as Pete. He was in for a suicidal attempt and self harming, obvious by the scars on his wrist and the rope burn around his neck.
Another boy that looked around Frank's age entered behind him, sticking close next to Pete's side with his gaze down cast. Pete introduced him as Patrick as the boy either couldn't or simply wouldn't talk. That was probably what landed him here. Parents wanted him checked out for 'selective' mutism.
Lastly, a girl with dark hair and an intimidating look arrived. Allie greeted her as Lindsey, so Gerard presumed that was her name. After a bit of complaining from Frank about how long the art instructor had made them wait the woman started to speak.
"Alright. Today we're just going to be doing some free art using whatever mediums you'd like." The blonde lady spoke, sitting back down in her seat as everyone grabbed supplies.
Frank pulled Gerard over to a shelve of paints and brushes. The younger boy took what he wanted, waiting for Gerard to follow suit before sitting down.
The room was mostly silent for a while before Lindsey stood up, knocking her chair over. Everyone's eyes flew to her as she crumpled up her piece of paper, throwing it in the garbage angrily. "Lindsey, please cal-" Allie was cut off as the black haired girl yelled for her to shut up storming out of the room.
At least Gerard now knew why she was in here. Bad temper, never a good thing in the long run.
Patrick, the mute boy, was now hiding his face in Pete's shoulder, Pete holding him close and whispering comforts into his ear.
With that, art was over as Pete and Patrick were left alone in the room by Pete's request. Frank and Gerard now stood in the hallway, the older man looking at him for an explanation.
"Lindsey gets real mad sometimes, mostly at herself. She's super nice though. She says I'm a good kid." Frank said, grinning. Gerard nodded, laughing slightly at the younger male's final statement.
"And what about that other kid? The skinny little blonde?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, that's Patrick. He doesn't talk but he writes. He doesn't have good parents, so he's sorta sensitive to yelling or fighting and stuff like that. He's sweet though." Frank explained.
"And the emo haired guy?" "That's Pete. He's depressed. But he's happy when he's with Patrick. They're like, a thing now." Frank explained. "Ah, I see. Well, maybe I'll get a chance to meet them better." Gerard shrugged, the shorter boy nodding.

Notes

I wrote this on a boat love me.