Oh god, oh no, oh god! Why me?!
I've been good! I have straight A's! I recycle! I do my chores, including washing my own clothes: on cold for christ's sake!
I heavily breathe as I drag this tall, muscular body through the halls: I want to hide so bad, but the jocks keep trying to high-five me, or start conversations with me.
How many people does this idiot converse with on a day to day?!
As I briskly walk through the halls, I immerge into the commons where I have an out of body experience: quite literally! My body is staring back at me, and she's angry.
That's how I look when I'm livid..?
Mental note: start going to yoga classes, anger is not a good look on me.
