I'm scared of going into the classroom.
Mainly because I'm new here, but I'm scared that someone will rip on me for the six things I suffer from. Yes. FUCKING SIX. I honestly have the most shitty lifestyle with all of the things I deal with. 4 of the things I can handle, two of those I can handle are not particularly severe, but the rest are. I have to memorize this place real quick before entering. It's nice being in advanced classes, but damn, why are they so ISOLATED? I am slightly antisocial, and most times I prefer being my own inividual and being alone, but where they placed the classes it just might take me like 2 hours. Figuratively, not literally.
The minute bell rings. Crap. Why place a ten-year-old in 7th grade already? Why couldn't I just be in 6th grade? I'd prefer that, but I guess that's what high intelligence does to you. I check my schedule. It looks like math is my first period. Math is the subject I detest the most, but I'm lucky I'm at good at it. I have about roughly 25 seconds left, so I bolt down the halls of the 4th floor. Jesus, I'm about to start dying the second I enter that classroom, no doubt about it.
I enter the room as fast as I could possibly enter. "I'M NOT TARDY!" I shouted, making the class look at me as if I was insane. Well shit, I thought. Look what you did to yourself, Ron. Literally 2 seconds later I wheezed a little. Fuck. I dug through my purse and when I found it, I breathed into my pink inhaler. Nothing is cute about it, it's just an inhaler.
The teacher smiled at me. "Oh! You must be our new student!" she beamed. I nodded. "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" That question got me going all cattywhumpus. But I wanted to get it all over with. I opened my mouth to speak, but like usual, I did my stupid fucking shy yelp.
I regained my composure rather quickly, though. "Uhm, hi I'm Ronnie. I am from the Philippines. I suffer from a lot of things. I suffer from ADHD, autism, asthma, diabetes, mild scoliosis and mild lactose intolerance. So uhhh... I hope I have a good time." There was a boy who looked at me. Staring into my soul. I think I might've accidentally seduced him. No biggie. I sat at my assigned seat.
Today is going to be a long day.
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