Learning to Fly

Just that kind of day!

Wind rushes through my hair,
            letting go of all the strife,              
I’m free to be me.

Tick tick tick…
It felt like the hands on the clock where moving at half speed. Ms. McCarthy was droning on about antiquated equations, and my brain felt like it was going to seep out of my head. The headaches were getting worse lately even my friends were starting to notice. Sooner or later I was going to tell someone other than my mom about this. My hearing had become so acute, when I was having a bad trip that the buzz of a fly’s wings were too loud, and that’s with the fly being across the room. My nose burned with the compiled scents of all the perfume, body spry, and BO in the room. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head, and the shifting air currents brushing my skin made me cringe in pain. Even my bones felt heavy and in the wrong place.
I watched in silent impatience as the little hand on the clock moved from 10 then to 11 and finely struck 12. My bag was over my shoulder and I was out the door before the bell ended. Footsteps, shrieking, doors slamming, lockers clanging open. The sounds, scents, colors, and feel of it all assaulted me, as I ran to the girl’s bathroom and slammed the door shut locking it behind me. I slid to the floor as the headache peeked and the full body pain increased. I wanted to scream but my vocal cords felt all wrong I didn’t know how. So I curled into a ball and waited for it to stop. It felt like hours had passed before the earth stopped moving without me, and my brain stopped trying to come out my ears. A banging on the door had me cringing away, but the pain was manageable. Slowly I stood up and gathered myself before I open the door. When I did there were three girls standing outside glaring at me.  “Sorry” I mumbled and exited the bathroom.
I had no idea what class it was right then, so I stumbled to my locker to take the tonic I had stashed there. My mom was always making herbal remedies, tonics, and other things like that. Though she should, she has her own metaphysical shop downtown. I worked there after school and on weekends when she needed me. I rummaged in my locker for the tonic pulling it out I popped the cork, and downed it in one sitting. A few minutes pasted and slowly the headache dissipated. The tonic never failed to work. I breathed a sigh, relieved that I wasn’t in much pain anymore, there were still aftershocks but it wasn’t excruciating like before. The bell rang and other students started rushing to their perspective classrooms. I looked at the little magnetic clock in my locker then at my schedule, 2:05pm good eighth period had just started.