After school I had to go to my social studies class. He made me clean the desks and the rest of his classroom. He was acting like a bitch. And I missed math tutoring.
The next day I made sure to stay awake. I didn't understand any of the work. And I was miserable.
One day when I forgot to take my medication and I was not feeling my best the social studies teacher decided to be extra loud. I started to have a panic attack right there in his classroom. I quickly excused myself but before I could leave the tears started to fall. I ran out of the classroom and into the hallway away from other students. He followed my out and tried to talk to me. But all I could hear was my own heartbeat getting quicker and quicker. My breathing became heavy and I felt my chest restricting.
When it was over he was still there with a confused look on his face. "What was that" he asked. I got up and walked to my locker. I opened it and started to look through my bag. He followed me to my locker and watched me as I took out my two pill bottles to figure out which was which. When I finish reading the labels I put one away and took two pills from the other. He just stared the whole time. Finally I said, " That was a panic attack" and walked back to social studies.
He didn't yell for the rest of class. He asked me to come see him after school.
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If Only
General FictionIn which a girls friend turns on her and she goes through a hard battle of anxiety and depression that has a happy ending. Well the ending you can decide.
