The blue pen in my hand seemed to tap the table by itself. I was sweating but also cold. I wanted to scrap the skin off my bones but I knew I couldn't and I knew I couldn't have the one thing that would make me feel better.
The bell went and I stumbled as I stood up. I think people were laughing at me but I couldn't tell. There was a hand on my shoulder that made my jump out of my crawling skin. I turned to see my year adviser signalling for my to follow him. He took me to hus office where my mum was sitting.
Mum and Mr. Nelson were saying words but I make out what they were. Suddenly mum grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the office. She was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
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Teen FictionShe was angry, she had been ever since she found the syringe at the back of my bookshelf.
