𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 ☆ sturniolo triplets

✦Claustrophobic [Nick]✦

❖･｡:˚ *✿—————✦—————✿* ˚:｡･❖

｡:✿————✿:｡

"Now you guys can work," our teacher dismisses us to work on the upcoming assignment.

I have my backpack propped up by my seat and my paper and pencils laid out on my desk. I have opened my Laptop to look at the new assignment. Great, an essay on the growth of human culture. I think as I tirely click on the link and create a new doc called "Human culture".

I scan the link that was provided and get the jist of what we are supposed to do. I go over the instructions one more time when the teacher interrupts me.

"Oh, I am going to put on some relaxing music because I heard that it helps people work more efficiently," our teacher says, while pushing her chunky glasses up her face and twirling her skirt around as she walks to the back of the class. She goes to her messy desk, opens her laptop, and eventually some funky music starts to play through small speakers in the front.

I start to write my essay when I notice the kid—the class clown of the class—who sits next to me starting to wiggle around in his chair, tipping it on its hind legs. Oh, no, not this again, I think as I hear the squeak of his rusty chair. This happened almost everyday and he doesn't seem to stop.

I feel like ripping out my hair at the annoying metallic sound. The beat of the teacher's weird music and the squeak of his chair makes an uncomfortable rhythm. It pounds in my head, making me dizzy.

I start to type out another sentence of the essay when I stop mid sentence. I look up and around the room when I hear another annoying noise. I spot a dark-haired girl with brown eyes chewing her gum as loud as ever. I can hear every little squelch coming from her wet mouth. I can also smell the suffocating scent of her bubble gum flavored gum and try my best to ignore it. My growing headache gets worse at the suffocating smell. I take sparing breaths through my mouth and focus back on my essay, already annoyed.

Seriously? I just forgot what I was writing about. I think as I try to rewrite the sentence. I quickly get even more annoyed and want to throw my laptop across the room. I just stare at the monitor's screen, my pale fingers resting over the silver keyboard. I brush my fingers through my long, soft hair and try to think, through my dizzy head.

That's when I hear it. The voice of Jack, the most hated kid in my grade. He starts to talk to his friends who are sitting across the room. He is practically yelling as his voice carries throughout the whole room and seems to echo off the walls. It also sounds like the teacher's music is slowly getting louder with every beat.

My annoyance starts to turn into worry and I start to get overwhelmed by the noises. I feel like I can hear every single sound that is happening in the room, every little whisper. It seems like my clothes are closing in on me and the walls are getting closer. My chest heaves up and down and I can't think straight. My breaths get staggered and my eyes start to wonder.

The walls are closing in on me and the noise is too loud. The air is too stuffy and I feel like I can't breathe. The noise echoes in my head and I feel over-stimulated. I squeeze my eyes shut and tighten one of my fists. I try to block out all of the noise but it doesn't help. I can hear every creak, every squelch, and every yell. It becomes too much.

I am soon in front of the teacher, asking her if I can go to the bathroom. I rush out of the room without any hesitation once she grants my access. Once I get out of the class room I quickly walk down the hall in a blur. I arrive at the bathroom and push open the heavy door. Once I am in the bathroom I take a big breath. It doesn't help and I feel like the, now smaller, walls are closing in on me too.