Vent

Anxiety

"Sit up and read for the class." The teacher said to a normal sized girl with brown hair the color of mud. Her gambougish grey eyes met the page and then she looked around at the kids sitting and staring at her. She felt like she being stabbed over and over again, with no break free each time she she could see a small pair of eyes move onto her. She opened mouth and started, "Newton's first law is states that if a body is at rest or moving in a constant straight line, it will remain at rest and keep moving unless it is acted upon by a for-" She was cut off by a little boy far in front of her, as she sat in the third row. "I can't hear her!" She heard small whispers around her, she could feel the eyes all around her staring harshly, cutting into her soul like butter being spread on bread. She spoke again, "Newton's first law is states that if a body is at rest or moving in a constant straight line, it will remain at rest and keep moving unless it is acted upon by a force."  The teacher then began, "You are too quiet, speak louder." The classroom began to stir a bit, as the students small whispers and remarks became louder. "She's so dumb", "I know right, she's weird.", "She should be back in fifth grade.", "Ugh can she hurry up? Just speak up!".  So she's buries her face in her book and begins to weep. "Alrighty then, Mrs.Gordon can't read so I'll need a different volunteer." The teacher's words started to become muffled.  She wishes she could be louder but she can't. Her words are pulled out of her throat and stay quiet, cause she just can't manage to say anything, as her voice muffles from the feeling grow stronger in her chest. The words grew louder in her head, They all hate you now, you're hated by everyone. Nobody will ever love you. And that's the sad truth for many kids alike, this girl who is screaming out in the void, she is me.