Help with my story??! Title?!?

So I wrote this prologue for a story idea I came up with, but I don't think it explains the plot very good. But what happens is a 14 year old girl becomes a Freshman in high school and she gets in a fight and gets kicked out. But she gets sent to a psychiatrist because everyone at the school thinks she has Anti Social Behaviour, but she's still in denial about it.

Here's the prologue:(Should I even include it?) As I sat down in the chair, I looked around the room. Grey everywhere. Grey ceiling. Grey walls. Even white and grey photos on the wall. The only colorful thing in the room was my red leather chair and his blue leather chair. I brushed my hands over my skirt and realized I was still sitting up straight, back not touching the chair.

Suddenly the grey door flung open and he entered the room, flipping through a clipboard. "Hello, Tulia. How are you?" He said, looking up only once when he said my name.

"I was good. Until I saw your face." I replied, lowering my chin. He sat down in his chair and finally put the clipboard down.

"Very funny. Tulia, do you know why you're here?" He questioned, crossing his legs.

"Because everyone at school is plotting against me." I answered, brushing my hair behind my ear. He chuckled.

"Oh no, Tulia. You're here because you have an issue we have to discuss." I hated the way he said the word "issue".

"So why are you here?" I questioned, scooting a bit back in my chair.

"I'm here, because you need help."

"I don't need help." I snapped.

"Yes-"

"And I especially don't need your help."

"Tulia. I understand your," He paused a moment to find the right word, "predicament. And it's a very rare predicament. But it needs to be settled in the right way." He continued.

"Okay. What do I need to do, to settle my predicament?" I replied, pretending to care.

"Well, first you have to tell me the truth. Then we can go from there." I nodded my head in understandment.

"You want the truth?"

"Yes. The more details, the better."

"Okay. I stole the cookie