Social Anxiety Disorder

chapter two

Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
I twirled my feet anxiously as I saw the bell was about to ring.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
After want seemed a nano-second, the bell made an ear piercing sound, singling the end of school. I sighed, picking up my books, wary of the passing looks given to me by my peers.
I tired to steer through the crowd of people in the hallway to get to my locker.
I felt as if every step was like trying to get through thick mud. My breath was fast and I was terrified. I wanted to get out of the crowd but I didn't want to go to detention any sooner then I need to.
Finally getting to my locker, I shakily opened it and grabbed my dark purple book bag out of it. I slammed it shut and walked to the principal's office, my mind clouding with thoughts.
I was scared.
Really scared.
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I sat down on a red plastic chair next to a vaguely familiar looking boy. As I sat, I felt his eyes glued on me, which just added to my fear.
"Evelyn?"
I felt my breath stop as I heard my name come from the boy. I slowly turned my head towards him and looked down, avoiding any eye contact.
"Wh-who are you?" I asked, nervously.
He let out a loud but soft laugh, "My name is David! I'm in your chem class, if you never noticed."
I looked up to see if I recognised him. He wore a stupid but friendly smile and he looked very nonchalant, like if he's in detention everyday. Not the slightest bit of fear was projected in his dark green eyes.
"No, I'm s-sorry, I don't record- recognise you that much." I said, ashamed in myself for probably insulting my classmate.
He shuffled in his seat, making it so his whole body faced me. As he moved, a sliver necklace of some short collided with my shoulder, making me notice the beautiful piece. He continued speaking, not noticing my interest in the necklace.
"That's weird. Most girls recognise me as soon as they see me. Even the freshmen." He smirked, making me blush slightly.
I looked down, a bit embarrassed, "Oh.. Sorry.."
"It's fine, that means you're not trying to hit on me."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing.. So, where are you from? You don't sound like you're from around here and you're new to this school." He looked at me, curiosity clouding his eyes, reminding me of a small puppy wagging his tail happily.
"My family lived in Ma-Manchester, England before coming to the, um, U-United States." I said, shuffling my feet nervously.
"Oh, I see. Why did you move?"
I froze in my place and the world seemed too with me.
Why did you move?
The question echoed in my head, making me shake from the reason of why we had to move. I couldn't say it.
I could never say it.
Because I won't believe it if I say it.
A voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Never mind, that was a bit of a personal question. Sorry." He said, probably seeing the look on my face panicked look on my face.
"N-no.. It's alright." I said, looking up at him with a fake smile plastered onto my face. I looked back down, thinking to myself as the clocked ticked once again.
Why did you move?
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1. Sorry for the short chapter.
2. Sorry that I haven't worked on this book. ;3;