*alarm clock rings*
It was precisely 7:06 in the morning. I woke up the annoying buzzer telling me I needed to get up to another day in hell... I quickly adjusted myself. Slipping on my long fuzzy socks.. After turning off my alarm I walked over to my computer.. I played some good old MCR.. Some songs made me think. But, I had to get ready.. I did my makeup.. Nothing to fancy. I mean.. It's school. Then. I had to pick out my outfit. Oh the horror!! Just kidding. I grabbed my skinny jeans, purple Neff shirt, and some black converse.. After that I was out the door. Now, the real dread started.
*arrives to school*
My headphones were blasting.. I'm not really a social person. I like to think that if I stay in my lane I'll be okay. I mean, why wouldn't I be. But, everyday something happens. I HATE surprises.. And, for me... A dumb pop quiz my forth period teacher would give me is a surprise. But, nothing bad happens til' the bell rings dismissing you to lunch. I sit alone. Eating my sandwich at the end of the table just listening to her music. I'm the girl that gets judged.. But, keeps it to herself. Until. I can't bottle it up anymore... Well... Today was that day. There was a new girl coming to our school. And the moment she walked in all attention was hers. She was popular. I wasn't. And she judged me.. How can you judge someone you don't know. But... That's only the start. After she had pushed me in my locker and said things that sounded like gibberish it happened. I fell to the ground. Cradling my knees into my chest. It's like you can't breathe. And, sometimes you can't stop the tears you never knew were coming. But. It's horrible. Not knowing when this could happen and not being able to stop it.. I zoned out. I couldn't hear anyone. I was lost in the crevasses of my mind.. And, sometimes it's a horrible place.. I needed out.. I called my mother. She immediately came to get me. She escorted me out of the school. And still... They were laughing. Now, I'm here writing you this.. I'm the same as everyone else. A human. But, because of anxiety in seen as a disorder. A displacement. Please. Don't judge. Who knows. Maybe one day it could save someone... Because when you feel the hits of the kicks of society. You start to see that your suffering from anxiety
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Different Perspective
Kısa HikayeThis story is about different perspectives of life.. In each chapter you will go through a lot of meaning of strong and their lives.. Enjoy.
