Abigails POV (mentions anxiety)
I started working on something for my art teacher then something happen. Washington happen too stumble upon my army outfit 'Oh no oh noooooooo' I thought. I didn't want this too happen yet maybe like two weeks from now but not now. He looked at me like a kid saw their parents doing it.
"Abby" he said in a weak voice "what's this?"
"Nothing" I answered
"Abby tell the truth"
Oh how I was getting annoyed "Like I said nothing"
"ABBY"
That's the last straw and I thought he would never annoy me if he did he'll be last. Oh how i didn't want too do this but he kept asking so.... let's do it.
"Hmmmm"
"Oh, don't you... have fake teeth" the last three words I had too choke out. The whole room was silent and the only sounds was me running out. You see I feel so bad I could've done the cherry tree. It was fake and then he could say it wasn't true and I... I wouldn't get this guilt. I locked myself in my room and started having a anxiety attack. Yes I suffer from anxiety and this isn't for attention. I stuggled too get my phone and turn on some asmr the quickest one I got too was this one.
~Abby out
