"I think I'll stay in the terrarium, if you don't mind. It may be less like a home, but I can deal with that. Are you sure Megan will be a good caretaker? I don't mean to be rude, but given the circumstances it'd be easy to forget to feed me or something." You hope you didn't come off as accusing about her daughter.
"Oh no, I understand. Megan is quite responsible, I promise. She's also very intelligent, so she'll eb able to make your stay comfortable I bet. OK... terrarium it is..." her voice trailed off, a bit of worry in it. "...Megan should be fine."
Mrs. Treman places her palm on the table, gesturing with her fingers for you to get on. You trust her, so once your inside she securely closes you in her palm, making sure you didn't fall. She was like an overprotective mom you never had. Your teacher gives you a reassuring look and begins to walk to her daughter's room.
Just as your professor is passing by the front door, a squeak and the sound of the heavy door being pushed open is heard. Treman fidgets with you in her hands, unsure of what to do. Just before she slides you into her pocket, you catch the image of a girl with long brown hair and glasses. You were all but shoved into the pocket, but you aren't hurt either. It's kind of stuffy, and you're frustrated that you couldn't get a better look at who the girl would be. She looked about twelve, so it was probably the one named Wendy, who your teacher had been worried about sending you with. A minute passes, and you hear a screechig noise. Light filters into the pocket, and you're pulled out quickly. The hand belongs to Mrs. Treman, and you sigh with relief. The middle-aged woman smiles at you and then drops you into...
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