Mr. Patterson comes in to start the day, while I can barely see. "Miley Watt, why do you have a bandana around your head?"
"To help with a disorder I have."
"And what disorder would that be?"
"Well, O.C.D. I thought it would be easier to do this than to seem like a snob."
"Well, I think we could tidy up a little for you. Class, chop chop!"
"Y-you don't have to!" I say quickly, and some of the kids said 'yeah!' along with me.
"I think this room is too messy though kids. And if you have a kid in this room with the obsessive compulsive disorder, it would be to our best interest to tidy up."
I could hear the groans of my classmates and their eyes staring into my back. After a matter of time, I heard Mr. Patterson say that the class was picked up, so I could take off my bandana. I held my breath. I took it off, and oh boy, the classroom was so better than before. The papers were neatly organized, peoples binders were either in the corner of the desks or underneath them. I let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you Mr. Patterson." I say.
"You're quite welcome," he says, and starts our morning lesson.
YOU ARE READING
Living With O.C.D.
General FictionM is a teenage girl who has OCD. She loves with her mom, but not here dad. Her dad committed suicide. He had OCD too, and it annoyed him so much that he hung himself. She inherited her OCD from her father.
