Translucent beads of saltiness sporadically slither towards the racing drum beats exploding excitedly from my clammy chest. Determinedly pushing forth, the finish line appears a phenomenal distance away and blood-curdling thoughts catapult into my discombobulated mind. Failure is not an option.
Momentarily meandering towards the torturous exam positioned premeditatively before me; the glimmering ice blue crystals on each side of my freckled nose proceed to overflow with sea blue droplets of despair, dense spurts of empty air fiercely fighting to escape my breaking body.
What is it that I am experiencing?
Panic overrides me, everything spinning, swarms of colour trapping me. Unable to breathe I scramble towards the dark oak double doors, faintly hearing the chaotic clatter of my granite grey plastic chair hitting the wooden floorboards. All I can think of is expeditiouslyescaping, racing rapidly away from this monstrous nightmare!
Until absolutely everything turns charcoal black...
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Anxiety Girl.
Storie breviSometimes I lose control; my mind rapidly races, my pulse quickly throbs and my sight becomes a hazy blur. Exams really are the worst...
