It was Monday.
Daisy walked to her last class, physics, as the clock read 15:27. She was in a good mood and was searching for the pale skinned boy. Unfortunately, Sean wasn't in the class. The seat on the left corner back was empty, but so was the right one. Daisy decided to sit on the right corner instead. She was already familiar with it.
The physics teacher, Mr. Hudson, had walked in to the class but Sean hadn't show up yet. Sean had never skip classes, even once. Daisy was biting her nails, anxiety had taken over her. She was worried about him. Her mind told her that he could've been in an accident, he could've been kidnapped, he could've been, he could've been. She couldn't concentrate on the lesson Mr. Hudson explained, she just wanted to write down her feelings on her journal right now. But she just realized that she left it last week in the drawer. So she opened the drawer, but she couldn't find it. Of course someone would've took it somehow, it was over the weekend. She panicked, not only about the journal, but also about Sean. She cared about the idea of him being safe. She cared about his existence. She cared about him.
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Half an hour passed, and there were only 20 minutes left for this class. Sean hadn't show up yet, and now she was writing down how she felt on a scrap paper she found in her bag. She wrote down the possibilities those can happen to sean, the positive ones of course. This helped her a lot to relax herself. Sean was annoying to her but she knew that deep down he also cared about her. So She wrote all of her thoughts down. She felt so bad that she used to act so rude around him, yet he was so nice to her, trying to make her comfortable and being her one and only friend.
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The bells rang, cued that the school time was over. Sean really didn't come to the class that day. Daisy was still upset and anxious. She tried reassuring herself by saying delightful thoughts as she walked out from the class. She felt like throwing up because all of the sudden, the awful possibilities attacked her mind. You may think that 'oh she was so over-reacting' but no, that was what anxiety do to you. No matter how weird and impossible the thoughts were, it'll convince you about it and it'll kill you slowly.
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I CRINGED SO BAD HELP ME
