My moms can rolls up to school at 7, an hour early.
"I don't see why I can't drive myself to school at a normal hour." I roll my eyes at my mom.
"You know why I don't want you to drive honey. After your brother-"
"Yeah I get it. No need to explain further." I cut her off and get out of the car.
"I love-" I slam the door and walk off.
I feel like punching something, or someone. I walk into school seething, trying to control my anger. I look to see if anyone is even in the building. The lights are off so I assume it's empty. I get to my locker and then start punching it, hard. I lost count with how many times I punched my locker. I punched for my mom, my dad, and my brother. But most importantly I punched for myself, getting out all the feelings I've been holding in for so long. I was about to punch the locker again when I felt two arms pull me back. I start to kick and squirm trying to get away.
"Shh stop it's ok it's ok." A deep voice whispers in my ear. I stop moving and all that can be heard is both of our heavy breathing. He let's go of me and I quickly turn around to be faced with someone I never thought it would be. Ashton Irwin. He's a loner that has like three other friends in the entire high school. I'm so embarrassed and confused that he has seen me like that. I back up towards my locker our eyes still locked. As soon as my back hits the locker I slide down it in a puddle of tears. I start sobbing and I can't control my breathing and soon I can't breath at all. I get these type of panic attacks all the time. If I get to angry or too sad I'll just break down. The only person who was able to get me out of it was my brother but now I'm on my own. I hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth. My breathing is getting worse and I'm not sure what to do. I suddenly feel two arms lifting me up. Ashton is lifting me.
"Stand up." He says.
I put my feet on the ground, finding it hard to stand.
"25 jumping jacks."
"Are.. You.. Fucking.. Kidding.. Me.. Ashton.." I say in between breaths.
"Just do it." His voice staying calm.
I start to do the jumping jacks counting under my breath. I suddenly feel my breathing slow and I'm finally catching my breath. I get to 25 and I've stopped crying and my breathing is normal.
"You count your breaths." He says.
"Thanks." Our eyes still locked.
He shrugs and just walks away leaving me completely dumbfounded.
