I appreciated not being put on the spot again, and I guessed that Amanda must have figured that was how I was feeling. I left the room as soon as the session came to an end, not bothering to stick around and try to talk with the other girls.
“I have some good news for you,” Aunt Lydia said, as I sat down in the passenger seat of the car.
“It better be that I don’t have to go to this stupid therapy session ever again.”
“Why would you say that? What happened?”
“No one wanted to talk to me, and they all made fun of my name. They said it was the same as some doll from a horror movie.”
“They are just being dumb. Annabelle is a completely normal name. Look, if it is bothering you that much, you could go by Anna, Annie, or Bella instead, if you’d like.”
“I don’t know,” I replied.