Teenage Rebellion Against Authority Figures, dialogue essay

“How are you today, Logan?” Sharon my shrink asks me. My mother tells me not to call her that, but it is what she is, isn't it? Always digging into my life through these once a week hour sessions of pure torture; trying to find the root of my problems and turn me back into that cheerful boy I was at age ten. My mother is never even home, why does she care what I’m like anymore? Isn’t it acceptable to grow up and change? Seven years that cheerful boy has been transforming into what I am now. What am I? Who am I? Thats the question we’re all trying to figure out about ourselves.
“Same as always; schools a drag, parents are a nuisance.” I reply.
“Have the exercises I gave you helped with your anger issues?”
“I wouldn’t know, haven’t had a reason to use them yet.”
“Thats great Logan! These sessions must be helping, your mother will be thrilled.”
Yea I bet she would, but she wouldn't be if she knew that I’ve been skipping school all week, aka my reason for not having my anger rages. My father ran away from his problems, why is it so wrong to run away from mine? His problems meaning me; my mother got pregnant when she was 18 and my father couldn't accept the responsibility to care for us. If he ever tries to reconnect I swear he’ll see the worst of my anger issues. Sharon's speech continues to drag on, blah, blah, blah. I finally just walk out of the room. I tell her I need to clear my head as I walk out the building and sit on the steps looking out into the busy Manhattan street.
“Glad to see I’m not the only screwed up kid.” a soft voice says behind me. I turn to find the source of the words. My eyes slowly rise, processing what I see. A 5’6 girl stands in the corner wearing combat boots, a black mini skirt with fish...

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...Amanda nods at the oncoming train just pulling out of the station, you’ve got to be kidding. What have I honestly got to loose though?
“Just follow my lead.” Amanda says as the train passes us; one cart passes, then ten carts, and finally 14 carts pass when Amanda says to run and jump onto the open cart. I grab the bottom ledge and haul myself up with Amanda right beside me. I pant as I stand up and look around. The sky is just at that stage of night where the sun has set, but the sky is still lit by the descending glow. Wind blows my long hair around my face in erratic patterns. Another thing my mother hates about me, my hair. Amanda puts her hands up in the air screams “Leave all your problems behind Logan, this is our peaceful place!” So I do, nothing can keep up with me now, my problems are long behind me in Manhattan; school, parents, and my shrink. I am free.