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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…
Wait I think, do I really want to do this? I mean, I get that I'm here and that I have to go in and be here, but do I really think that I can do this without my sketchbook? No. I can't that's all there is too it. I cannot do this without my sketchbook, I simply have to have my sketchbook. Maybe I could give her my phone instead? It has a password on it, no one would guess it. Its worth a shot.
"okay look, I get that I'm not supposed to have anything that I can hide behind, but I need my sketch book. So, I'll make you a deal. If you give me my sketchbook back and let me take it in there with me, then I will give you my phone and not fight it at all."
She seems to be considering the offer, "Okay, I guess that is okay, you could hide behind your phone more then you could your sketch book." Haha! Yes! My plan has worked!
"Awesome, so if you could just give me my sketchbook and my pencil then I will give you my phone, and then I will go in that room with all of the other people that I don't know and don't want to talk to."
"Okay then, Clary, here is your sketchbook and pencils, now give me your phone."
"Alright, here." I give her my phone, and she seems really surprised that I actually did just hand her my phone and that I didn't try to argue with her or anything.
"Alright, well, I'll just leave you to it. I guess you aren't going to try and sneak out or not go in that room, because I will just give it to your parents and let them know why I'm giving them your phone if you do." With that, she walked away.
I take a moment to mentally prepare myself before I walk into the room. When I do, I just go over to a couch and sit on it by the end. I would have preferred a chair, but they were all taken. I focus on drawing a new sketch, I just let my hands guide the pencil across the paper without really looking at what I'm drawing. I finish the sketch about twenty minutes later, and I get ready to look at it. I'm interrupted when someone walks into the room, since I was the last one to walk in the room, I look up because I didn't think anyone else was going to come in, there were already quite a few people in here. When the person enters the room, I do a double take just to make sure, it is the boy that I drew the last time that I drew. The Golden Boy, the one with golden eyes, hair, and skin. I thought he was fake, I mean he actually exists? I suddenly look at my sketchbook only to have my fear confirmed, I had drawn him again. Why though? That's what I can't figure out…
I wake up suddenly jolted out of my dream. Wait…my dream? That was horrifying. It was more of a nightmare then a dream really. I mean am I going crazy? First I draw this random guy and color him to my image of perfection in real life when I'm depressed about going to this event for school. Then in a dream when I'm at the stupid school event, I draw him again, and not only did I draw him, I saw him walking in the door, and I think I got maybe a tad bit less depressed when he walked in. Seriously what is going on with me! I think I'm going crazy! I just need some time to think about all of this right?
I get up and I go to my ensuite bathroom. What better place to think then in the shower? I mean, come on, nobody is going to interrupt you when you're in the shower! I turn the temperature to the hottest possible; I plan on showering until the hot water runs out. I step in and I start my thinking. Why am I suddenly drawing, and dreaming about this nonexistent person? I mean, he is good looking; even I have to admit that, but why? He isn't real; I'm never going to actually see him in real life! Even if I did, it isn't like I would actually even think about talking to him, I mean maybe if we met at that dumb meet and greet, but he wouldn't talk to me even if we did. Why did I suddenly feel less depressed when he walked in and I saw him? Nobody can make me feel less depressed about my life; I know that for a fact. Finally why do I keep drawing him? Is my subconscious trying to tell me something, and if so, then what? I begin thinking about what I was doing and feeling both of the times that I drew him, once in real life and once in my dream, and the only similar thing is that dumb meet and greet! I've been thinking so deeply that I don't realize that the water is ice cold. Already? Someone else must be in the shower, but I'm not going to stand in this ice cold water so I decide to get out and dry off. I wrap myself up in a towel before I go into my room. When I get to my closet I dress in simple yoga pants and a t-shirt, I'm going to be home all day so why not? It's just going to be me and my parents in the house, probably. I decide to go down to the kitchen to see who is in the shower and stole my hot water. When I get there I see my mom and my dad so then that must mean…
As if on cue my brother, Jonathon, walks in. I cannot keep the shock off of my face; Jonathon is never home! He goes to regular school; he is one of the popular kids! He is always out with his friends or at sports practice, why is he home? Jonathon is a year older than me, and I often ask how we are so different, dad wasn't particularly kind to him either. "Hey Clary." He says to me before he registers the shock on my face.
"What are you doing here?" I know it sounds rude, but it is honestly the only thing that I could think of to say.
"Umm… I live here, that's why I'm here."
"No, I mean why are you here? You're never home, ever, so I'm wondering why the sudden change?"
"Oh, well I heard that you were going to that meet and greet, so I got permission to have a party here to help you get used to being around other people your age."
"You what!? Jonathon what were you thinking!"
"I was thinking that it was probably better if you didn't have a mental breakdown when you're at the school thing, because then you would have to go to public school."
I sigh, now that I think about it, I guess he is right. "Okay, but what do I have to do, how many people are coming, and when are they coming?"
"Well, the party is tonight, a lot of people are coming, some of my close friends are coming early, and… you are going to go with one of my teammates sisters, who happens to be a cheerleader, and she is going to teach you about parties and help you get ready. Actually she should be here soon to take you out. Go get changed, I don't want to imagine her reaction if she saw in that."
This girl is the first one that is close to my age that I've meet for a long time, and for some reason I want to impress her, despite the fact that I don't even know her name. "What is this girl's name?"
"Isabelle" He answers.
"Well, okay what should I wear to impress her, because it is still early, and I really don't want to have a headache all day?"
He doesn't even seem to have to think about this. "Wear something tight, and that would draw guys eyes, it would help if it were dark."
"Are you serious?"
"Isabelle's motto is dress to impress when it comes to clothes, and when it comes to shoes her motto is nothing less than 7 inches."
Wait… "So you're saying that I have to wear heels?"
"Yes, you should wear heels or she will have a fit."
I look to mom for help, but I see that she and Luke have left the room, I don't know where they got to, but they are gone. "Okay fine…" I hesitantly agree, he clearly has never seen me wearing heels. I go up to my room and I already know what I'm going to wear; the 'party clothes' that my mom bought me in hopes that I would use them someday. She actually bought me high heels, I mean really mom? Have you met me? (Clary's 'party clothes' are in my profile)
I run upstairs to my room to change and brush out my fire red curls. I don't know what to do with my hair after I brush it out so I just leave it down. I go into moms room and use some of her mascara. Then I go back and brave the shoes. I put them on my feet and decide that I should probably start going downstairs, because lets be honest that was going to take a while. When I get downstairs I decide to eat something really quick so I grab a granola bar. My brother walks back in and simply looks at me, then says "Nice, Isabelle will approve."
I was about to make a comment back, but then the doorbell rang. Jonathon looks at me with a smile that I don't like on his face. "I think I'll let you get it." He says.
Great, I think before I slowly stand up and try not to trip on my way to the door. When I get there the doorbell rings again. I open it and I instantly see why Jonathon made me dress like this. Isabelle is gorgeous. She is wearing tall white heels with a white skirt and pink crop top. I briefly notice a boy with blonde hair that looks about my age before Isabelle commands my attention. I let them in the house before she introduces herself.
"Hi I'm Isabelle, but you can call me Izzy. You must be Clary, Jonathon has told me a lot about you. This is my brother Jace, he is going to hang out with Jonathon while we are hanging out, don't worry about money, I've got you covered, ready to go?"
"Wait, you said Jace is going to hang out with Jonathon?" I looked at Jace after I said this and he seemed familiar I just couldn't understand why.
"Clary. Clary hello, are you ready to go?" I hear Izzy asking me.
"Oh yeah, right. Sorry." I say before I follow Izzy out of the house.