My Little Gay Crush

Panic Attack Poem

Sorry guys, this one is shorter than normal due to time constrictions.

   I was hidden away in the broom closet next to the English room, this particular closet was so dirty even the janitor didn't use it, and just my luck- there was a loud air conditioning vent that covered up my cries, so even the people waiting next door for class to start couldn't hear me.

   When I heard a knock on the door, I jumped up from the floor, and wiped my face, "I'm not in the mood..." I began.

   And to think I was going to do my makeup today.

   Instead of continuing to talk to the person that just intruded my crying time, I brushed past them and left to fling myself into my class.

  I sat down, and the speakers let out what was supposed to be a bell ringing- but because of how old the speakers were, it sounded more like a demon cry.

  Today's bellwork was to make a poem based on the past week

   I didn't need to think, I just started scribbling words, furiously glaring up at Millie every 10 or so words.

   "Would anyone like to share their poems?" Mrs. Ziggerzburg asked the class.

  Out of habit, I raised my hand, then automatically regretted my decision.

  "Take it away Ms.Hood." Mrs.Ziggerzburg smiled, not realizing how much torture this was. It wouldn't be nearly this bad if Millie wasn't in this class.

   "Uh.. ehem" I began, clearing my throat.

  Looking at Millie made me have a panic attack so I ran out of the room, my luck everyone thought I was crazy, but I didn't care, I couldn't be in that room with Millie, and I definitely couldn't read that poem in front of Millie.

  I knew If I retreated back to the broom closet i'd be found, and I couldn't go to the sacred girl's bathroom since Millie was a girl. I didn't know what to do...