Hello, my name is anxiety, and this is Zoe's and I's first day at our new school. The last time we through the cell-like walls of school was months ago, heart pounding as word spread. She stepped onto the bus, keeping her head down and briskly making her way to the back. It wasn't okay because she was less invisible to the world, because people now noticed her and knew who she was even if it was just for a day a single day was far too long. - - - I wrote this last year for a piece of English language homework. I found it now and might swell put it to some use rather than remaining unnoticed in the depths of my old unnoticed files. (I have made a few alterations to the original but it is ultimately relatively similar)All Rights Reserved
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