I was walking down the halls, not trying to make contact with anyone. People think I can't hear them whisper their "funny" jokes about me, oh but I can. They are a big part of why I have my attacks. The worst part is the stuttering.
All of a sudden, my books were all on the floor.
"Oh Sorry, let me help you." A boy with dark brown hair, the prettiest brown eyes, and a lip ring, oh how hypnotizing it was, insisted.
"T-thank you." I embarrassly stuttered.
"What's your name?" He asked while I was thinking about why someone would help me if they all hate me.
"A-a-ashley." I stuttered again. Yet, I'm used to it.
Then he smiled and walked off. Man. He's cute.
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A/n: Hey guys! OK so this is my first book that I am really going to try and put effort in. Please vote for it! I know I don't have many followers, but show your friends. It would be amazing if this book reached like a million reads.....but I'll fought that that will happen for a longgggg time. You liked this chapter? Keep reading!
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Life with Anxiety
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl with anxiety. Of course she has her ups and downs, but when she meets someone, it all goes up.☺
