Haunted.

03

As I can already feel it, I'm getting more stupid each day.

I'm feeling so insecure. I'm feeling like I'm not good enough and I will never be. And it worries me. It worries me that whenever I do something, I'd mess it up every single time, because I'm a mess in general.

I'm a wreck.

First, that English teacher told me to read page sixty two, third paragraph.

And my hands are shaking, flipping the pages, trying to find a little 62 number printed on it. But I can't find it. The kids are all staring at me like I'm insane, well, I am. I'm going insane. This sadness and loneliness drives me insane.

I flip the pages faster then everyone else gets worried too. The teacher stumbles to my spot and helps me.

Look how stupid I am. I need help just to find the page 62.

Second, I forgot how to read.

"Then t-the king sa-says ... 'Well-we'll t-try do-to f-find out what's wrong b-but everytim-everything is w-wrong, I-I mean, he's, he's trying t-to ...."

"Enough. Jackson, read the paragraph."

The looks of pity are sent to me, as if I'm really that bad. My tears are ready to come out, and I am shaking.

Without any doubt, I run outside.

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