You're an anxious person by nature, and when you open the door that marks the classroom used for Friday's All Blocks Group Therapy, and are met with plenty of faces— you can feel the stares. A dark tan skinned girl with a blue hat marked with a 'D' (Clementine)– a dark skinned boy with ear length dreads and a fancy coat (Louis) wearing a smile that's missing a few teeth talking to a white boy with a ratty blonde mullet (Marlon)– a white skinned girl with red hair chatting with a tan skinned boy, both in matching flannels (Ruby and Aasim)— are those two a couple?

"—Hey, Mr. Mark, so—" You begin with one of your hands slightly out held, the other fidgeting with your sleeve— that is until you're interrupted.

"You fucked up my clay!" A blonde haired girl (Violet)— with a surprisingly raspy and slightly cracky voice, but it sounds nice– yells out to a boy with shaggy brown hair and light freckles, a bear tooth necklace hanging around his neck who sits next to her at the large round table (Mitch).

"Violet! Language." Mark looks over his shoulder with a huff before turning back to you with a sheepish smile. That must be her name, Violet— she grumbles in her seat with narrowed eyes, passive aggressively kneading clay into a shape while shooting the boy glares here and there to which the boy only shoots his own narrowed glances and a slight mischievous smirk.

Your hand absentmindedly comes to the back of your neck, scratching it idly before you realize you're nervously stimming again and you let it fall to your side.

"Oh, hey, great to see you here! Alright, so this is our little group— we pretty much just do arts and crafts, maybe some card games or board games... DnD that sort of thing and the goal is to get us able to talk with others more easily about whatever it might be whether your own problems or just expanding your social skills!" Mark gives a warm smile, hands going up in gesture.

"If you couldn't already tell, we're doing clay today— you like art?" Mark chuckles.