The rambunctious blaring of the small alarm clock jarred me out of my peaceful sleep and I jolted up, smashing the snooze button as hard as I possibly could. I hate the sound of school- the sound of going out to malls- the sound of seeing people. I hate the sound of being socially active. I hate getting attention. The voice of my overly confident doctor reassures me of what makes me not me; The diagnosis of my Social Anxiety Disorder.
Today is my first day at this College. The first day of me talking to people my age in exactly 6 months and 12 days. Yes, I counted. Because of my disorder, I was kicked out of my old school which I attended for 2 years, starting from the beginning of my college years. That's a story for another day.
"Oh well. Here goes nothing." I mumbled quietly to myself.
Nowadays this house is always quiet, My mum is always busy, travelling around the world on business trips while my dad... He's in heaven now. He spread his wings 3 years ago. Leaving me and mum. Ever since he went my mum found a new job. She is always suited up in a long black business dress and white shirt, the top button unbuttoned with her name tag pinned on her right hand side pocket. This business trip she is at now has lasted 6 months. The longest I have gone without seeing her.
After brushing my teeth and eating my fruit loops cereal, I reached out for my navy blue school trousers and navy blue socks. I then slip on my light blue school shirt. With each button on my shirt I do up, my heart drops a little more. I really hate the idea of meeting new people. I hate school. I wonder how the others will react towards me.
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Better Than S.A.D
RomanceA love-tale about a curious teenage boy who suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder still in the mists of finding himself but unexpectedly falls inlove with a beautiful young girl who loves pretending. Emotions run high as this story takes you on a ro...
