Four teens, who couldn’t be any less alike, are thrown together because they share a single goal: to help themselves. Well, three of them do anyway. I, on the other hand, would rather be anywhere else than group therapy.I didn’t think I needed any help. I wasn’t crazy like the others because I already knew how to handle my problems…with fire. As long as there was always something to burn, I could face anything, including a few hours at group therapy with a drug addict, an alcoholic, and a big, angry Leprechaun. What I didn’t realize though, is that these people were going to become more than just my group mates. I learned that the longer you’re stuck together, the stronger your relationships can be, so long as they can surpass the bitter trials of love, hate, and (what may be the hardest of them all) addiction.