Theories, Rants And Stuff

~That One Class~ (Short Story)

My stomach turned

Vomit racing up my throat

I forced it back down as my palms became puddles of sweat.

I look around the room, my heart racing.

My head pounds like a drum

I can hear my heartbeat all the way in my ears.

I stuff my hands in my pockets, fumbling with the lint that rolls around in them.

My fingers brush against my phone a few times, but I ignore that.

People give me nasty looks, disapproval plastered on their faces.

I gulp, trying to calm my nerves.

...

It doesn't work.

My feet glue to the ground, causing me to be frozen in place.

Small beads of sweat trickle down my face.

People's footsteps echo in my head, replaying like a broken record.

The sound of their sneakers screeching on the floor.

The ball pounding on the floor.

Yells of frustration.

My stomach turns at every noise,

it all on replay on my head.

You know what I call this?

Torture class

Or as others call it...

PE.

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I don't know why I wrote that. xD I was thinking about it earlier, and then wrote it. Like I said, don't know why.

BUT I WANTED TO AND I DID

BAM! x3

See you guys later,

~Carleigh