Hello everyone~ I know this a little different from how I write but I just had to get this down. I've never felt something like this in my life before, until a couple months ago. Of course I realize it's literally nothing to freak out over, I had a panic attack in the middle of my science class due to my teacher doing exactly this. Hopefully you like this, and feel free to check out my other stuff. As always comments and feedback are much appreciated!
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In the hallway she smirks lightly with her friends, watching as the blonde one trails behind her once they reach the stairs. She steps down carefully laughing and smiling all the same, for today was one of the best days she had experienced in a while.
The girl brushes back her hair, lazily tucking some behind her ear, not caring if a few strands stuck out here and there because nothing could ruin this oh-so-perfect day.
"Dude, don't be late for class you idiot." She teases letting her friend put on a fake pout and then watches as she quickly smiles and walks away. The bell would ring in a few minutes so the girl had some time to spare.
She approaches her science class, gripping her books uncomfortably even though there's nothing to worry about, but there is. The uncomfortably claustrophobic feeling as the teacher somewhat blocks the doorway with her own body making it so that she has to push through to be able to even set foot inside the room. But the awkwardness doesn't end there, for the teacher calls out to her.
"Yes?" She replies, unsure and frantically trying to figure out what it is the teacher wanted before she said it. Missing homework? Make up work? Seat change? Grades?
"You never presented." The teacher looks down as if she knows, and she can feel the tension in the air even before she spoke up. "You were sick, the day before break. You'll be presenting in the beginning of class.
She gasps mentally, not able to keep a single breath in her lungs to keep her alive.
"But, I don't understand..." She stutters, trying to suppress the choking feeling of trying to hold back tears. She was really a sensitive girl, so even the little things scared her, especially presenting a project alone in front of the class. However the teacher had been right. She was sick the day before they had gone on their winter break so she couldn't present the energy project she had done with her partner, but she didn't choose to be sick. So how was that fair?
At least she should have an extra day to be prepared. She deserved at least that.
The teacher shook her head, giving that menacing look that the girl couldn't tell if it was supposed to be scary, or if it was an honest attempt at being nice.
Either way, she felt like she was about to vomit.
The girl made her way into the classroom, legs shaking with about a minute to spare before the bell signaled her inevitable death. Her friend, eyeing her until she sat down gave her a confused look.
"Hey....hey are you okay?" She asks as the girl sits down eyes wide still attempting to suck in that one breath.
"Yeah, yeah no I just," Her voice is shaky and she could tell if she didn't make a huge effort right now, she would burst into tears. Though she understands that speaking in front of the class is not that big of a deal so it's best to just get it over with. "The teacher, she told me that I have to present my project in front of the whole class by myself. In the beginning too." The girl harshly lets out that breath she's been holding, like she's forcing it, of course only to find that she can't get another one back in.
Her eyes move from her friend, to the front of the room to her classmates counting how many people she could possibly embarrass herself in front of. It's a lot.
The teacher moves swiftly like she herself was having a great day. At least she didn't have people telling her to embarrass herself in front of a classroom full of people. The girl grips her seat frantically going through pages of notes, her friend circling things she'd need to talk about. Her friend could practically feel the fear emanating off of her.
The girl's face was bright red and her throat was dry but she felt like there was something in it. When she spoke her voice was cracky and shaky, which only added to her nervousness.
She eyed her teacher at the computer hoping that if her teacher caught a glimpse of her in this current condition, she might let it slide. Of course not. Instead displayed before her was the project she and her partner had worked so hard on. God she hated this so much.
The teacher spoke up in her usual sweet voice that was starting to really get on her nerves, "We have one last presentation before we start class today," she clicked on some more things before deciding it was good enough and turned towards the class. "Please be quiet. If I hear any talking it's an automatic zero."
You've never hated your name more.
To hear her call your name, bringing you to the front, clutching your papers tightly. You hated it.
You began to speak but yet again but your voice was shaky, and nervous. You looked to your friend for mental support, which was gladly given, but somehow the stare of your teacher was enough to cancel that out. Your speech was overcrowded with "um"s and "so yeah" but it seemed as though the teacher was accepting it.
Finally it came to an end and you looked around as confidently as possible hoping none of your classmates thought you were a socially awkward weirdo but of course your brain told you otherwise, assuring you that you'd be made fun of for this for the next week at least.
You looked to your teacher as if to ask if you could sit down, but much to your horror, she asked questions.
You tried to fake your way through, being quite unprepared for this whole thing as it is. Yet there were many places where you stumbled and couldn't quite seem to find the answer in the back of your mind. You sighed anxiously as your teacher "phoned a friend" for you, as she called it and she gave just as bad an answer as you did.
After questioning and scratching notes down on her clipboard with her pen, your teacher let you sit down.
Your heart still raced and you continued to breath sporadically, occasionally feeling the need to vomit. Your friend encouraged you none the less, telling you that you did a great job but of course it wouldn't stick in your mind, for, right now you were jumpy and nervous and focusing on the task of not getting sick in the middle of class.
Before you knew it; before you were even aware, the bell rang and you were out of there.
