PRETTY Boy

One

"Mom do I really have to go to PUBLIC SCHOOL?!" I sighed and looked down.

"Yes you do we don't want to wast that much money on private school miles" she grabbed the cup And pored water into it.

"Ugh, but everyone will stare at me and I will miss my friends and everything... WAIT what about my art teacher too mom" I  complained and slouched on the kitchen chair.

"Look it's going to be hard Miles and this is how you tufted up okay " she drunk water.

Mom knew I had anxiety and every time someone would look at me I would and still get scared I don't even like people touching me. You might think it's great being the hot boy at your school because you can get anyone you want.

BUT NO!

Having all the stress on you is hard enough .

My big brother Robert comes in "Miles just deal with it I'm tired of hearing you complain "

It was easy for him to say that he was also known as the hot boy but he didn't have blue eyes he's the complete opposite from me.

"Easy for you to say you LOVE being looked at and getting pretty girls!" I mumbled underneath my breath to where he could here it.

"Well yeah you're supposed to enjoy yourself not have anxiety for being the pretty boy"
He put his hand on my shoulder .

"I have anxiety it's just something I have I can't not have it ... it's not controllable " I said shy and awkward .

Mom and Robert looked at each other with concerned faces.

Beep Beep !! The bus honked my heart felt hard and I began to shake . Robert pulled my hood over my head to not call attention to my self.

He patted my back and said "you'll be fine just be smooth okay?"

Me and Robert now went to the same school so we went on the bus together. I sat on the bus and put my headphones on and sat alone.

Wanting no one to sit next to me and no one to notice me.

That hood did well though no one noticed me till we got to school.