"Dixie can't come over today," Cas let me know as he dropped me off at my group therapy. "Your father and I think we need to talk to you about a few things."

I nodded but didn't say anything a I got out of the car. They had both been weird ever since my explosion in Starbucks.

I took a deep breath and walked in to go meet the group. They met in a theater, right on the stage. It was honestly kind of cool. Until we sat in our circle and the "leader" Becky started talking.

"So, we have a new member joining us today. Kennedy, would you like to share something about yourself?" Becky smiled.

"Yeah, Kennedy, share something." The girl next to me mocked Becky.

"Umm, I'm here. I'm queer. I'm kinda tired... and really don't wanna be here." I smiled.

"That makes two of us, buddy." the girl next to me high-fived me.

"Annie, let's focus. Today we're talking about acceptance. I'm going to assume most of us feel a lack of acceptance with our birth parents. How do you feel with your adoptive parents?"

They went in a circle and everyone shared but I ignored them all until it was Annie's turn. "I feel fucking great." Becky glared at her but didn't say anything. "They're really chill and probably my best friends. The only thing that bugs is when they leave me here when they go on your 'cuz apparently school is more important than concerts." she rolled her eyes.

Everyone turned to me and I assume it was my turn. "I love my dads. I feel more accepted there than anywhere else."

The girl on my other side only said, "the way I see it: parents who actually have their kids are just stuck with them and parents who adopt their kids actually chose them. We were chosen."

"Does that make us all Harry Potter?" Another girl asked and we all laughed.

After the meeting I was waiting for Cas when Annie came up to me. "Hey, I'm Annie." she smiled.

"Kennedy," I smiled back.

She grabbed my phone out of my hand and typed into it. "Text me sometime, you seem a hell of a lot better than the rest of the dip shits in there."

I nodded and then made my way to my Dad's car.