Buzz!

Next Day

The morning sunlight screams through Bryan's bedroom window and awakens him, he blearily looks up and sees that it's 6:55, five minutes before his alarm should go off. He sighs inaudibly and shoves his blankets off of him before he swings around to set his feet on the floor. He fumbles with the buttons on his alarm clock so that it doesn't go off 3 minutes after he leaves his room, like a child with separation issues. He swiftly showers and dresses into clothes he deems appropriate for the school day. Bryan unwittingly skips out on breakfast in his hurry to get his drinks he bought the day before into his bag.

Half an hour later he's in math class sipping the summery tasting watermelon Red Bull despite the fact that it's a spectacular rainbow of maroons, golds, and firey oranges outside the dismal schoolroom window in the crisp Vermont autumn. He writes down the equations from the whiteboard and solves them on his lined notebook paper, which looks oddly like a con's striped jumpsuit. Bryan's legs jiggle uncontrollably and his stomach feels like there's an alien inside grabbing the walls and steadily pulling them in on themselves. He looks around at his classmates with a faint sense of paranoia Are they looking at me? Is my hair weird? He slowly feels around on the back of his head to see if any strands were sticking out, it's flat like usual. You're just being stupid, just solve the problems, no one care about your hair. He feels a little bit better and his lower appendages stop thrashing out unbidden but the thing is still yanking on his abdomen.

He goes through the lunch line, absolutely starving from his lack of breakfast. Dude, why didn't you eat? I guess I was busy getting ready for school, it's lot of work looking this good. He makes it to the lunch lady and and she puts what looks like a pile of unpeeled mangalized bananas on his plate.

"Excuse me, what is this?" he asks hesitantly but politely.

"It's chicken stew honey." The kindly woman replied.

Ok, that is nowhere near to what that poor chicken was now. He gave the lunch lady a courteous smile and found an empty seat by himself where he could eat in peace. He sat down and cracked open a 5 Hour Energy, Maybe I feel weird because I'm tired he thought to himself as he downed the tiny bottle of potent caffeinated elixir.

The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, aside frome the tiny creature inside him, that for some incomprehensible reason was not appeased by the "chicken stew" that he begrudgingly ate, it wasn't that bad tasting but he couldn't shake the image of a sick gorilla vomiting squished up banana. When Bryan gets home he dumps his beat up orange backpack on his bedroom floor and heads outside to go for a walk by himself. He pops his AirPods into his ears and hits shuffle on his Spotify mega playlist. "Loafers" by BoyWithUke plays as he heads out into the crunchy fall woods that led out of his backyard.

Bryan takes a deep breath and the cool air calms his stomach demon down enough for him to gather his thoughts. Bro, what the heck is wrong? I haven't done anything but I feel super guilty or something. Oh my gosh. Do I have anxiety? Do people just GET anxiety? No, it has to be caused by something. But what? "anxiety." by JVKE starts with it's cool guitar picking and vocals. Bruh, there could not be a more stupid moment for this song to come on. The song doesn't feel very relatable now that I think about it though. So either JVKE is lying about his anxiety or I don't have it. Oh well, I can't think of anything right now but I'll come up with SOMEthing.