It's 2012 and you are in the middle of class it is 10:45 am about a hour until lunch it is the winter so you have your f/c zip up on and you are practicing long division.
You don't get what is happening
How do I do this how do people come up with these numbers? Why? You feel a lump come up from your throat the same one you get when your mom/ dad yells at you because you can't get the homework done. Why can't I get this done you put your head on the desk the person sitting across from you asking what is wrong you tell them you don't get the math, you feel tears start to stream down your cheeks you hear the tapping of the teachers feet knowing, she is walking up to you she try's to help but you still don't get it you feel more hot tears stream down your face. The teacher tells you to go to the special Ed class room to get some help from them.
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N1st0lgia z0ne
Historical FictionNistoliga at its finest TW: this story contains abuse and trauma so please don't read this if u have any of these triggers
