August 9
School shopping season
I haven't left my house for a record of 5 weeks before mom dragged me to the mall. We were buying school supplies. Well, she was buying school supplies, I was having a panic attack in the smelly mall bathroom. I haven't been around this many people since I quit the public school system to take home school. I heard someone grumble about the lack of paper towels as I felt my throat closing up.
Mom came into the bathroom, called me by my full name "Quinn Hazel Abernathy" and dragged me home. She got out a list and told me to label my binders.
She handed me a list of teachers and it dawned on me. If I had teachers, that meant I was going to a public high school. I started to have another panic attack.
After a considerable amount of feeling like I was dying, I started to label my binders.
Fucking biology
fucking Advanced English
Fucking Art Class
Fucking trigonometry
Mom said I couldn't swear on my binders. I told her that I was going to public school so I had to do this. She left after that.
See, she kinda ignored my actions because I am Mentally Ill and she blames everything on side effects from heavy anti-depressants.
I have stayed in homeschool for two years of middle school and two years of high school. I have been isolating myself from everyone but my mom for 4 years.
Mom pulled me out of school when I started getting panic attacks because of my parents split. Dad cheated on mom with what mom calls a "young-ass-20-year-old-whore" and we both don't want to see him again, so we don't.
I have my fucking binders. I go to my room and look up the school calendar. School starts on August 25. I have a few weeks of paradise left.
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I would rather be at home
Teen FictionQuinn has completely Isolated herself in home school for 4 years. Now she is going back to public school. Can she manage her anxiety? Will she find friends? Will she explode the science lab? Read to find out. I am so sorry about that description. I...
