30 parts Complete I can't look up from the school desk. My hands are shaking like crazy. I try to hold them tightly so that they'll just stay still, but it doesn't work. It's not even close to working.
"Oh," Mrs McPherson says.
Holy shit. I think I might throw up. Here, right now, in the classroom. I haven't thrown up in school since I was a kid, and caught the stomach bug. Or that time we were talking about worm infections at biology.
"Umm... I'm honoured that you told me this. Thank you."
You're welcome?
"I... I don't really know what to say."
"And I don't know what to do," I tell her. "Please. Please help me, Mrs McPherson."