"Chloe, are you going to the game?" my mom walked into my room.
"Um, I guess." I mumbled.
"Get dressed, we'll leave in 20 minutes."
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I feel like I've been staring at the field for 12 hours, but I've only been here for 45 minutes. I stared at the sweaty boys running back and forth. I have no idea what they are even doing. All they do is run, tackle people, and throw a ball. The game makes no sense. Why did I even come? I put my head in my hands and continued to stare at sweaty boys.
I raised my head from my hands to look around.
"Do you need something?" My mom stared at me with worry in her eyes.
"No, just seeing who's here," I kind of lied. I was seeing who was here, but I was mainly checking to see if people were staring at me. I always get this weird suspicion as if everybody is staring at me, judging me. Why would I be foolish enough to think that because people even notice me enough for them to stare?
I put my head back in my hands, except this time, I stared at the cemented bleachers. Why can't I just do what I want? Why do I constantly worry? Why do I- my thoughts were interupted by a tap on my shoulder.
My eyebrows crinkled together as I lift my head from my hands. There was a boy standing on my left side. I observed the boy. He has brown, flippy hair that waves here and there. He was fairly tall with most gorgeous brown eyes. I recognized him as the most popular boy in school. We just stared at each other, neither of us willing to speak.
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Anxiety
Novela Juvenil"She was beautiful in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them." I wish I had an escape from this life. From the stress, feeling paranoid, being anxious. I just wish I could escape it all.
