Mel has moved and therefore he has to go to a new school. A new sophomore in the middle of the school year. How exciting, he must face his anxiety head on, and might also get caught in something he didn't intend on.
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I sighed and looked up at the huge school, just the sight of the large campus made me freeze in place. I've probably been standing here like an idiot for a while, since a lot of people kept pushing past me. So what do you know, I end up in the building from being pushed by..fellow students.
I placed two fingers on my neck, checking my pulse. I take in a few deep breaths and go to my first class. At least I got to run through my schedule a few times on Saturday, that really helps.
At least I'm not lost.
I push my glasses closer to my face and hold one strap of my backpack with one hand while my other hand is in the pocket of my hoodie. Snaking through people in the halls I finally made it to class.
Lucky me all the grades are mixed in each class. What kind of idiot does that!?
God I can feel the dread in the pit of my stomach already, I feel lightheaded and I just want to crawl into a corner and cry. But, I did get to choose my seat, farthest from the door, next to the window, right in the back corner in the class. I set my backpack right besides me on the floor. Taking out my binder and sketchbook, mechanical pencil and polymer eraser, and zipping my backpack shut, I sigh and tap my foot.
Not long afterwards a few other students entered the almost full but not quite full classroom. The teacher started roll call, and my name was last. Zinger, weird last name huh? Anyways, when she called out my name I raised my hand, and quietly spoke "here.." I said. She smiled and motioned for me to come to the front of the class.
I gulped, but did so, I got out of my seat and slowly walked along the isle besides the windows and made it to the front of the class. I shoved my hands in my one connected pocket and my glasses began to fog up, since my face started to heat up. Great.
"Class, this is Mel Zinger. He's a the new student here in Volcano Valley High. Be nice," she stated and turned to me with a smile, "why don't you tell us a few things about yourself.
'I have horrible social anxiety.' was what I wanted to say.
Instead I stared at the whole class, all their eyes were fixated on me. I was the center of attention, everything was on me, I am the spotlight. I started trembling, my eyes darted from one side of the room to the other. I fumbled with my hands and my face was burning, I could feel the dread in the pit of my stomach only grow. My heart started pounding against my chest, maybe they can hear it? My breathing starts to get quicker, Im breathing to loud. My legs feel weak, how am I still standing? My glasses are so foggy, how can I still see? I try to ignore every little thing I am worrying about, but it doesn't stop, I can't stop. Then I just talk..
"U-um, I uh--I...I moved h-here from Las Vegas, N-Nevada.." I stuttered. "and I like ar-art." I quietly muttered. Before quickly running back to my seat in the back of the class. I was shaking and I had my head down in my arms, and of course I let out a few tears.
