The class was noisy, with some students chatting and others singing along to music with their friends.
I lay my head on my desk, exhausted. For the past few days, I'd been throwing up and barely eating. My mother hadn't noticed, thanks to my secrecy.
I hated taking drugs, so I kept my illness hidden. But the weight of my secret was crushing me.
Erica , my friend, tapped me on the shoulder, trying to rouse me. "Alicia," she whispered urgently. "Alicia, wake up."
I remained still, pretending to sleep.
"Alicia, I know you're hearing me," she persisted. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired," I lied, my head still on the desk.
Erica's concern was palpable. "You're lying. Your body's on fire." She touched my neck, and I winced.
Just then, Kim, a classmate, interrupted, "Guys, the biology teacher is coming."
As if on cue, the biology teacher walked in...
...immediately, the class fell silent. Some pretended to sleep, others feigned interest in their books, while the rest slumped in their seats, ashamed.
"Hello, everyone," Miss Agatha greeted, her voice stern.
"Hi, Miss Agatha," we responded in unison.
"I'm totally disappointed in you all," she said, surveying the room with disdain. "Look at yourselves! Still behaving like children, always noisy. This classroom is a mess, for Christ's sake! You're in grade eleven!"
Her words stung, but I couldn't muster the energy to sit up straight. The pain was intensifying, forcing me to lay my head back on the desk, oblivious to Miss Agatha's presence.
"Listen, class," she continued, "your parents sent you to school for a reason. Don't waste their efforts. Read your books, make them proud."
"Yes, ma'am," the class chorused, apologizing.
Except me. I remained silent, lost in my misery.
"Remember, broken promises can't be fixed," Miss Agatha warned.
As she began writing on the whiteboard, she instructed, "Take out your textbooks. Today's topic is Nervous Coordination. Have you heard of the term 'nervous system'?"
Her lecture halted abruptly as she noticed me slumped over my desk.
"Alicia, what's wrong?" Miss Agatha asked, concern etched on her face.
I knew I couldn't hide my struggles anymore........
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HER REGRET
Teen Fiction"Alicia a young girl of sixteen years who later meets her downfall faces her own regret. she grew up with a single mom, her life had been an awful one, she has no friends not until she met Erica . Alicia despite all she passed through...
