As I walk through the gardens to get my first class I can't help not to say "Have a nice day" as I walk past countless people. I begin to hum a random melody when all of a sudden i get knocked over by a random guy, and he turns abruptly as if he hadn't seen me. Although I'm not hurt from falling i am more upset of how stained my dress is.
as I get up my dexcom goes off crazy, me and this guy both seem to notice and by the time i look up I see confusion written on his face. before i can explain anything my alarm goes off, as i look down to see my phone the notification says "CLASS W/ MR.JENKINS NOW" and i Begin to panic.
I look around looking for the write door way before seeing the sign i take of running towards the door, basically stumbling in. It was so hard to not giggle but i knew i had to keep quiet as class had already started. I glance in the classroom simply looking for a seat when i see one available, in the dark, gloomy corner. although i am not happy about its location, i take it because there is now way i am standing for three hours.
As i sit down in the chair i start to feel dizzy and nauseous, so i pull out my bpm (Blood pressure monitor) saying .39 which isn't good at all mainly because i'm supposed to be in the 100s. i see I've already caught a few side eyes and some grossed out stares as I gave myself a shot of insulin.
-TIME SKIP 15 MINUTES-
class was going pretty good besides the distant chatter a few rows in front of me and peoples obnoxious gum chewing, when all of a sudden the doors screech as if their being yanked and as i turn my head to see what the sound i see a group of guys walking in as if they own the place. I turn my head quickly, not wanting to get in trouble for not being focused only to get my long blond hair end up it my mouth.
i hear a few grunts and mumbling behind me only to notice that there are two guys sitting on either side of me and three of them sitting behind me blocking me in, and with all their grunting i start laughing because it is funny seeing these giants fit into the movie theatre styled chairs.
I go back to focusing on my work when I hear one of the guys say to each other "what are you doing" and then all of a sudden i hear
"What are you laughing at princess"
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High on Sugar
RomanceSky Jones, Type 1 diabetic, social butterfly but what happens when her sugars crash and the schools bad guy finds, read to find out