I FELT INTIMIDATED.
I gazed up at the tall grey building. If they were going to make a therapy group for teenagers, shouldn’t the place at least appear welcoming? The building reminded me of the building from the movie Monster House.
I let out a light sigh as I stared at the piece of paper Dr. Marshall had given me. I knew this was definitely the right place when I saw the name of the house, DOVE THERAPY HOMES, printed across the door.
I looked over my shoulder to see Devin and Simon in the car, looking pointedly at me. I rolled my eyes at the two of them and turned back around. I knew they wouldn’t leave until they saw me go inside. I reluctantly lifted my hand and knocked on the old, red door. The front door wasn’t even in good shape. The red paint was chipping off the sides and the
