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After stomping down the hallway to Betsy's office, nearly knocking down several people in the process, Sarah enters the office, scowling. "Alright. I'm fucking here. Now SHUT UP."

Betsy, sitting at her desk, has a very large grin on her face, as she hums, loudly. She stops abruptly at Sarah's entrance and her grin gets even bigger. "Ah, Sarah. So good of you to visit."

Sarah slightly winded and incredibly ticked off, remains as close to the door as possible and glares. "What. The fuck. Do you want?"

The smile almost leaving her face, Betsy’s voice decidedly takes on a sincere tone. "Oh, dear, you sound tired. Have a seat, won't you?"

"No. You're going to say what you want to say, and then I'm leaving." She gestures to the door, and crosses her arms across her chest.

"Fine," Betsy clasps her hands together, collecting herself, before continuing. "You will close that door, my office is not the only one in this hall and I'd rather not the whole staff hear what I have to say."

"Are you afraid somebody isn't going to agree? Maybe you're the only Professor who has a problem with me," She says, her scowl still fixed on Betsy.

"How presumptuous of you, Sarah." Betsy shook her head, sadly. "I'm not the only one who has issues with your attitude. But it seems, I'm the only one willing to call you on it. Now if you please," she motioned for Sarah to take a seat again.

"No, I don't think I will. But I'll close the door, if it means you'll get this over with." She shuts the door and remains near it, crossing her arms again.

Betsy acquiesced. "Alright, fair enough." She leaned back in her seat, twiddling with a pencil in her fingers. "Mind telling me what you were thinking when you posted that journal entry?”

"All I've gotten since I've been here are a bunch of people telling me I'm "special". Every time somebody tries to convince me that what I am no different than a regular person, or even someone like /you/, part of my sanity goes out the fucking window. It's like being stuck in a never-ending run of Mr. Rogers Neighborhood."

"Why does this idea of being here so foreign to you? What is it about being considered like /me/ that drives you so batty?"

"Because I'm /not/. I don't think like you all. You all don't even understand the way I think. I don't have the same outlook on life, and I never will." She lists her reasons, counting them off on her fingers.

"How can you think that I don't know what you feel or even think. None of us expect you to change your outlook on life, overnight. It's a process and all of us here understand that. Though, some of us wish you would exercise some tact. That post..." Betsy looks grim.

"That post was nothing," Sarah says, annoyed. "I was letting of some steam, and you decided to make a huge deal out of something that could have been much worse."

"Making a big deal of it, am I? Marie is gone. Tell me how someone wouldn't take what you posted as a slap in the face? Being bored is understandable, Sarah, but saying that we are an institution focused on driving you mad, is something else altogether. If you truly believe that, then we need to talk, because I refuse to see you suffer here while I can do something about it."

"Yes, and I'm sorry she's gone. She was my roommate. Maybe if you had gone and done such a wonderful job taking care of her like you did me, she'd be back here." Sarah snaps. "But I'm sick of being your special case, somebody you must try /really hard/ to fucking win over. You could start by leaving me alone."

Betsy is unphased by Sarah's fit of anger, a devious smile comes on her face,. "I'm not trying to win you over, Sarah, far from it. I don't give one flip if you hate me for the rest of your natural born life." Betsy rises slowly from her seat, "from this point on, I will do exactly the opposite of leaving you alone."

She pauses for a moment to let the statement take hold, “But, you're right, Sarah. Perhaps if I'd watched over Marie, instead of you, things might be different. So, I must make sure that what happened to her will not happen to you, and what better way to do that than to keep an eye on you wherever you go. Don't you agree?"

"I wasn't talking about that, but if you have nothing better to do than follow me around, go right ahead. What I was talking about was being recruited to "the cause". Why is it that I must change my outlook on life? Why can't I see myself as a monster?"

"Because it's the easy way out and you know it. To actually think of yourself as a beautiful, young woman who's capable of functioning in both worlds, is just too hard a task at the moment. Besides, whoever said you had to join the cause, it's always been a choice, Sarah.

"Well it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. Every time I turn around, somebody's trying to convince me that my view is crap. That it's "the easy way out". Does that sound like a choice to you?"

"It is a choice and it's yours to make. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

"Right then. Are you done, because I'm leaving.”

"I'm not done. How far are you on your MAS assignment?"

"We're almost finished. I've been helping Rahne and Kitty work on it." She says pointedly. "So you can stop worrying about whether I'm doing my fair share."

I wasn't worrying about that; I'd like you to tell the others that I'd like them to hand in their combined assignments tomorrow. I posted on my journal, but I realize, I should just ask you to pass the information on."

Sarah rolls her eyes and turns to head for the door. "Yeah, ok. I'm leaving now."

" This time, Sarah. Do try not to scare the little ones on your way back to the computer lab."

Sarah slams the door behind her, muttering just loud enough for everyone to hear, and makes her way outside and into the woods.

Betsy follows the rampaging teen as she heads down the hallway, trying to hide the smirk on her face, as Sarah purposely runs into some younger students outside the main doors.