Every single class I have is either with my new friends... or I'm by myself, and forced to communicate with others. I don't mind, but when it comes to communicating with others...I tense up, and then I freeze, and then I stutter, and a bunch of other crap. I always wander what's so wrong with me, but those that are close to me always tell me that nothing is ever wrong with me. I'm shy and I don't talk much. Why am I like this?
"Ms. Slake, do you care to share with the class to why you are not paying attention?" Mr. Bolt says loud enough for the whole class to hear.
"Crap," I mumble under my breath. I've done it again...my thoughts are soon cut off by laughter filling the room.
"Well..? I'm waiting. Make it a good excuse too."
"I...sir...I..i...-"
"Enough," mr. Bolt raises his hand in the air to stop me from continuing my embarrassing rant "come see me after class." And with that I am officially doomed to loner girl.
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