Tears ran down the left side of my face as me and Lizzy walked to school. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to be dragged into a place where I would feel claustrophobic all day. That's how I explained my anxiety. I felt like the people around me were shadows looming over me, trapping me into an escape-less stare.
I always got into fights. It was always for the same reasons. Hurting my friends, hurting me or even just they swung first. The last one was pretty rare though.
We were halfway to school and Lizzy, out if the blue, asked "so how was the date yesterday?" I stopped and turned to face her. How did she know? It had only been about eight hours. That sneaky little-
"Are you gonna stare at me or answer my question?" Her voice said, stopping me from insulting her in my mind.
I continued walking and mumbled "it was good, especially getting to spend time with her." I felt my face heat up and I used my fringe to hide my face.
Lizzy squealed making me flinch slightly and she started skipping. I sighed and giggled. She could be so random sometimes.
She took my mind off going to school and I ended up laughing and smiling the whole walk there. That was a first. When we walked through the front gates my anxiety immediately flared up. My body physically tensed, my breathing got laboured and my eyes darted around for anyone staring at me. We made our way through the social area, dodging people and went to our lockers. Sadly our lockers were in the social area. Just another excuse for people to laugh and stare. Lizzy's locker was on the second bottom row, out of four, and mine was on the top. Her locker was three across to my left and then two down. We grabbed the jotters we would need for out first couple of classes and stuffed them into our bags.
Then we headed for music technology, located on the lower ground floor. Us being on the ground floor, meaning all we had to do was walk down a stare case and along a hallway. On the way down I heard sniggers and mumbles of 'there's the tranny freak', 'hello Minny' and various other hurtful comments. Here goes another day of hell I guess.
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Addiction
General FictionWhat happens when addiction takes over your life? Follow Ty's story of addiction as his friends and his girlfriend, Sasha, try to help. Will he survive the journey or die trying?
