When the therapy session began, Amanda made everyone take turns saying their names and something fun they did in the past week. She started with the girl seated to her left and they went around in a clockwise fashion until it was my turn to speak.
“I’m Annabelle, and something fun I did in the last week was beat the Breathe of the Wild game.”
“Annabelle? Like the doll from that horror movie?” asked Lucy, the girl seated to the right of me.
I responded with a blank stare. I didn’t have the slightest idea as to what she was referring to.
“With that dress you can kind of see it, too,” said another girl, whose name I had already forgotten.
My face burned. I didn’t know who this other Annabelle was, but I didn’t get the impression that comparisons to her were favorable.