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nerv·ous
/ˈnərvəs/
1. easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung.
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today we finished the presentation and had to present, even though i didn't want to.
we made a deal that Louis would do the talking and i would change the slides since i wasn't good at public speaking.
we sat in our seats watching the partners before us present, i felt Louis eyes on me most of the class.
"and lastly for the day we have Louis and Charlotte," Ms Wilson says.
we walk up to the front of the class and set up the presentation.
i plugged in the laptop and clicked on the presentation, Louis got the paper that he had to read from and cleared his throat.
i tapped the space bar starting the presentation,
he began speaking and i waited for my cue to change slides,
i must've zoned out a bit because Louis cleared his throat loudly and glared at me,
i tapped the space bar but it didn't move, the slides stayed the same.
i clicked the space bar harder but it didn't change,
"uh, it's frozen," i say unplugging the laptop and then turning over the cable to plug it in again.
i bring the cable back to the usb port but see what's on the screen,
Robert Sinclair,
the dad who gave up.
it said in bright red letters, feeling tears heating up in my eyes i look at the class.
i see some people snickering, when i said only the Partridges knew about my dad, that's what i thought.
apparently word travels quickly,
i slammed the computer shut and walked out of the classroom,
i pushed open the door and walked down the halls, trying to hold back my tears.
my breathes became shaky and shorter,
i lean up against the wall and try to breathe, but it's not working.
i hear the door open and footsteps approaching, i already know who it is.
"go away Louis," i say sternly.
"not Louis," i turn around and see Olivia, she was a very quiet girl in class. "i uhm, just wanted to tell you that, it was Jackson, he's the one who did it."
"thanks," i say.
"my uhm, my mom, she was in a car crash, she died when i was six." she says.
"oh, i'm sorry," i say putting my back to the wall and leaning against it.
"yeah, sorry about your dad," she says coming and standing next to me.
"do you know how people found out about, my dad?" i ask.
"yeah, uhm, you know Alice? well her mom used to work for your dads company and found out that way, she told people about it." she says. "i told her not to, but she never listened."
"oh," i say nodding.
"but anyways, i should get back to class, do you want to come in or?" she asks.
"tell Ms Wilson i'm not feeling well," i say.
"got it," she says walking back to the classroom.
"nice meeting you," i say.
"you too," she says before opening the door and walking inside.
i get up from the wall and walk to the nurses unit, when i get there i sit on the bench and wipe my tears.
"hello Charlotte, not feeling well?" Nurse Avery says coming inside.
"no, do you mind if i just stay here until i feel better?" i ask.
"of course," she says.
"thanks," i nod.
