"Just initial on this line here, and you will be all set," the woman instructs.
She's dressed in all white, matching the small, conference room we were in. Everything was white, the floors, the chairs, the walls, the table.
"Then I can go home?" I ask.
"Yes ma'am, you can return to your residence, but you will still be monitored."
"That's good enough for me."
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Anxiety grows in the pit of my stomach as I walk towards the front door. I squeeze the key in my hand harder, just to make sure it's really there. Just to know that this isn't a dream. Within seconds, I'm close to the door, close enough where I can see the small chips of paint scattered about. I release my grip of the key and bring it to the the lock. Slowly turning it until: click. My stomach releases all the tension as I push the wooden door open. A familiar sense of comfort overwhelms my brain. I almost expect my brother to be sitting in the living room. But I know he won't be. I step into the house and shut the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, it seems as if everything was normal again.
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Hey everyone! So I've recently tried writing teen fiction.... Two books worth of it.... And it hasn't really worked out for me. Now, I'm going to try and write with a new genre: Mystery/Thriller! I think this book will be more of a mystery than a thriller, but we'll see where it goes. Let me know what you think! If I get at least 5 votes (I'm starting it off small) on this teaser/chapter/thing then I'll write a new chapter and actually pursue this book idea.
Thanks for reading!
-R
