Old times (Short)

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1951-xx/xx
William is 13 years old during this time.

Williams pov:
I tapped my pencil on the table in a repeated manner. I was trying to calm myself down, but it only made my anxiety worse. I couldn't hear anything besides the clicking. My hands started to shake and I felt my throat start to close up.

"Hey!", a familiar voice rang through my ears.

I looked up and saw none other than Henry Emily, my best friend. He was leaned over the desk with both worry and anger on his face. What had I done this time?

"I'm sorry", I instinctively apologised and looked down into the table.

I felt a lot of eyes on me as Henry started to ramble on about me annoying him with the pencil. If I'm gonna be honest, I wasn't really listening. It was more like a background noise if anything. Even so, being shouted at by an Emily isn't fun. I shrunk further and further into my seat the longer the ramble went on. At that point I just wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. Soon, it went quiet. Henry had finally shut up. I looked in front of me to see that Henry had turned back around and I sighed anxiously. I never wanted to go to school anyway, Henry just made it worse. We were friends outside of school but whenever I'd ask him about stuff like this he would completely ignore it. I didn't mind not talking about it. Maybe he was just acting like this because of his friends. Who knows?

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