Mental

Rye

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POPS

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Although it may not seem like it, Ryan was really stressed. He was the captain of the football team, the head of the decathlon team, a top-grade student, and your classic boy-next-door. He woke up every morning and plastered a smile on his face, for being the face of the school meant you always had to be happy, even when you weren't.

He clenched his fists that one Wednesday morning, and looked up at himself in the mirror. His messy blond hair and honey brown eyes stared back at him, although this time his face was almost covered up with sleepless bags. A frown splayed across his face but he smiled to cover it up, a deep breath heaved through his chest. "What is wrong with me," he thought, as the pain in his chest got tighter. He couldn't breath, he gasped for air when...

"Rye, you okay?" He turned around. "Your as white as a ghost," it was his little sister, Riley.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," he replied, trying to nod at her reassuringly. She nodded, not convinced. "I'll get out of your way," he said and nudged past her. He snagged a piece of toast from the pile on the counter, and grabbed his bag on the way out; a pain in the back of his head beginning to form.  On his way to school, he was greeted by the occasional "Hey man!", "What's up dude?", and slap on the back. He plastered on his fake smile and greeted them with sheer fake joy, the pain in his chest growing tighter. 

First period was English and (thank god) he had that with his best friend, Carson. "Hey Rye," Carson called out as he ran to catch up with his friend. "Wait up!" He ran up to Ryan panting as he paused to catch his breath. "You okay, you seem almost flustered and different today?"

Ryan immediately perked up, rubbing the darkness from his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." Why were people so prone to poking in other people's business? They arrived in English that was taught by Ms. Malley. She was young but very passionate about the literary arts, almost always quoting Shakespeare on the daily.

"Welcome back, class," she said, in a failed posh accent. "To another day exploring the literary arts, remember 'Brevity is the soul of wit.'" Ryan took his assigned seat in the back of the class, they had been assigned since the ninth grade when Joey Martin and Roger Bred threw spitballs at the back of Ms. Malley's head and they got stuck in her massive blond bun. "Open your books to page 178 and we will be exploring the nonsense language of the "child's poem" The Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol." Ryan flipped through his book bag, looking for America's Favorite Poems. When he found the book, he almost immediately opened it to page 178; no one wanted to be the last to find their book, no one wanted to mess with Ms. Malley's passion.

"Mr. Miller?" Ms. Malley asked. "Would you like to start reading for the class." Ryan nodded his head and began reading.

"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All missy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe," he spoke with a constant flow, trying hard not to miss a beat as the tightening in his chest grew stronger.

"Brilliant, Mr. Miller, now how about you?" She said pointing to a boy Ryan had never seen in his life, sitting in the front row. The boy began to speak but his voice faded to the background as Ryan felt a sudden loss of breath. He began to see white stars in front of the corner of his vision but whenever he tried to look at them they faded away. He took a deep breath but it seemed as if his lungs stopped working, halfway through the breath. 

"Hey, Rye," someone asked from far away, as if he was underwater. He looked up at a kid sitting next to him, Jared Lunnett. "You okay?" That was the third time today someone had asked him that, was something really wrong with him? He snapped back into action, as the kid waited patiently for his answer. The colour slowly came back to his cheeks as he blinked rapidly to clear his blurry vision.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm perfectly fine," he replied.

"You sure, you seemed a bit sick?" Jared said.

"I'm fine, I think I just might go to the nurse," Ryan said. He raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Miller," Ms. Malley said, pointing at him.

"I feel a bit sick," Ryan said. The buzzing in his ears and head making it hard for him to talk. "Do you think I could go to the nurse?" A look of sympathy appeared in Ms. Malley's eyes as she replied.

"Yes, yes, of course you may. 'No rest for the wicked.'" Ryan pushed his chair back and stood up, before feeling incredibly woozy. He clutched onto the desk as stars spun above his head, the pain in his chest began to return. Growing and growing until...

Everything went black, all he remembered was the yell and screams of the boys and girls around him shouting, "Rye! Rye! Rye!" Then he faded away. 

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Pops