That Thursday
I walk out
of my classroom
on the alibi that
I am
going to the bathroom,
though I'm
shaking and
my shoulder
tic is wild
so I'm sure
nobody's fooled.
I make it
to the Attendance
Office,
but as I am
waiting for
Monique
or Shelley
or anyone, really,
my legs
go weak
as if they have
been snapped,
and I fall
to the concrete floor
barely covered
by threads
tossed messily
to pose as
carpet.
I feel
my eyes roll
though I don't
go unconscious.
It is like
I am trapped
in this cocoon
and I am
somewhat aware
of what is
going on,
but I can't
participate in it.
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Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
