High on Sugar

Running Low

As i sit in class trying hard to not laugh i get startled by an deep voice saying "What are you laughing at, princess"

i kept quiet but i mumbled nothing in hopes that he would leave it at that but oh how i was wrong. during the whole class his whispers words in my ears that left me tingling and sometimes shivering but i focused on my work.. 

i couldn't tell if i was nervous because of the mysterious guy behind me, if i was hot, or if i was having a low, and when i have a low i get all hot and sweat beads form on my forehead. My assumption was right because not even a few minutes later my phone started beeping, and it was louder than any alarm i set and many around me looked at me as if i had ketchup all over my face.

although there is only 10 minutes left of class, i know i have to leave

i stand up abruptly, completely forgetting my Chromebook is on my lap but before i can fall to the floor i shove it into my bag because i cannot break my computer on the first day. i rush out of the classroom as fast as I can as my phone goes off like crazy i push the door open.

but as soon as i open the door i feel very lightheaded which made me need to sit down on a bench. at that moment i'm a little delirious but as i'm pulling out candy from a back pack i hear a bunch of feet shuffling around me, as i feel my self  slipping in and out of darkness i feel someone hold my face 

i am struggling to keep my eyes open when i say.. glucose pen.. i-in.. my purseee i start giggling at myself because i bet i sound drunk or something

 I hear the bell signalling class is over and i feel embarrassed about my current state but i cant do anything 

but i hear Mr.Jenkins voice and i hear sounds of footsteps running towards me, and i hear him mumble

"hey guys shes diabetic did she say anything"

and i hear them all say glucose pen in my purse 

"and you didn't take it out, god" said Mr.jenkins said

i feel my head drop but its like someone catches it as i lean into whoever i can because i can feel myself slipping away when someone stabs me in the thigh with my glucose pen.

i gasped so loud youd think i came back from the dead or something.

but i tried to stay awake some how but i knew that i was slipping into darkness but before i was out i heard someone say "call 9-1-1"