Social Anxiety Disorder

chapter one

"10/15/15
School.
Just the mere thought of the hellhole makes me want to throw myself in a fiery pit of lava.
No, not because of the work or studies that are necessary for school.
Because of the people."
I stopped writing for a second, reviewing what I wrote. The words that just spewed out of my pen like magic, placing itself onto paper, making the whole thing seem so alive. I felt better venting onto the paper. On to the thing I will soon call my diary. I placed the nib of the pen on a sheet on grey paper and began to write again.
"The people there are mean, judgmental, and rude.
At every school I've been to, the people where always like that.
So-"
I stopped writing from the scolding voice of my mother interrupting me.
"What are you writing, Evelyn?"
Taking a deep breath, I turned around from the paper I was writing on, facing my mom's dark caramel eyes.
I gasped in surprise from how close she was from me and quickly backed up, crushing the paper I've been working on.
"I.. um.."
"'I.. um..'" My mom repeated, mockingly, "That's all I ever hear from you. Now, tell me, what where you writing?"
I looked around the room, trying to somehow find an answer to her question. I couldn't let her know that I was writing bad about my school. If I did, she would become even more cross with me. If she becomes cross with me, she will yell at me. I can't let her yell at me.
"I-I was-" I was interrupted once again with my dad opening my bedroom door, practically saving my life.
"So, Eve, are you done with that letter I asked you to write?" My dad said, nonchalantly, looking at me in the eye as if saying, 'just play along'.
My mom shot me a wild look, then shifted her head to the direction of the doorway, to give my dad a wild look of confusion.
"Oh, um, yep." I said nervously as I got up from the floor, hearing the paper shuffle as I moved. I quickly swiped it from the floor before my mom could see it.
"I see it's a bit.."
"Crumbled." I said, finishing my dad's sentence with a faint smile of entertainment.
"It's fine, sweetie. Just hand it to me later." My dad said, tossing me a grin on his way out of the room. "Oh, and Sara, your breakfast is ready!" He called out from the hallway to my mom.
My mom glared at me, hate burning in her eyes, before she stomped out of my room, leaving a mess as she left.
All that was left was me, standing in the aftermath of what just happened.
The crumpled paper with a few words that made me feel better was hanging from my hands, lifeless.
Anger shook through me as I crushed the paper even more, making it into a ball. I then released it, letting it drop to the floor.
My mind raced through thoughts as I looked around my messy room. My eyes trailed to my clock, which showed that I was going to be late for school for the first time this year. I sighed, thinking about school again and quickly got ready.
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"Evelyn? Evelyn!" My teachers voice shook me out of sleep, causing me to jump.
"Evelyn Hooken, where you sleeping during class?" Ms. Foul growled, looking straight through my tired eyes.
"Um.. N-no.." I lied, hoping she would believe me. She gave me an irritated sigh and rolled her eyes before looking at me again.
"That's it. Being late and sleeping in class? Detention!"
My heart shook at the word. Detention? I've never gotten detention in my life. My parents would kill me if I got detention!
"Ms. Foul, pleas-"
"Do you want it to be two days?" She said, not even breaking her attention away from what she was writing on the board.
I said nothing. I stared into nothingness, my mind blank from shock. All I could hear was snickers from the students behind me and my heartbeat growing faster with every minute passing.
I could barely get the thought through my head that I got detention.
Me?
Evelyn Hooken?
Getting detention?

It can't be true.