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My Hidden Self

Chapter five: invitations

Clary POV

IN A DREAM!

Well… I'm here. I hope that they are happy. I sure don't want to be here, but they seemed super ecstatic to go and talk to the other parents with homeschooled kids while I was being taken to the room for my 'zone' and age group. I think we all know that I'm not going to talk to anyone first. If they want to talk, then they can come to me and start the conversation. I'm going to be drawing. I already hate this and we aren't even to the room yet. After we walk in silence for a few minutes the lady escorting me to my torture chamber speaks up. "I can tell that you don't want to do this. I think it will help you though. Many of the kids that are homeschooled become antisocial after a while of being homeschooled, and you've been homeschooled for a while." I see her trying to look discreetly at the still red cut on my wrist, I tug my sleeves down more so they are now covering half of my hands. "Anyways, here we are. Oh, and I'll be taking that." She says looking at my drawing book and pencils

"Why? Why do you need to take it? What makes you think that you have the right to take my stuff? I've never even known you before today, literally just the past 10 minutes, and I already don't like you, so what makes you think that I would give you my things?" I question her. Seriously! Who does she think she is!

"I have a note and orders from your parents, they said to not let you go in with anything that you could use to hide from other people, you could hide behind your sketchbook, people wouldn't really want to talk to you because you are working on your drawings."

" fine." I push the objects at her.

"Okay, you need to go in now."

I look up to see that we have arrived at the door, it looks just like a normal door but it is somehow more menacing then all of the other doors that I have encountered in my life. I take a deep breath to prepare myself before I put my hand on the door knob…