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➳ CHAPTER FIVE ➳
ANXIETY IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT
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⠀⠀⠀"Abby what the hell happened?!" My friend raised her voice and I flinched and instantly held my hands up. She chewed her lip violently and then looked around to see if anyone was watching. "You aren't-- You know..." She whispered sincerely, "Are you?" SHe asked me softly.

⠀⠀⠀I could barely speak, so all that came out was a hoarse croak, "I didn't."

⠀⠀⠀"What do you mean?" She came closer to me, but I wouldn't say anything else. She clenched her fists , "If anyone is bullying you, tell me," she cracked her knuckles in front of me, her game face on, "Go on. So I can drop this stupid pop-girl act, and drop kick their ass."

⠀⠀⠀I knew she wasn't kidding. If I didn't say something she was going to search for herself until she found someone to blame.

⠀⠀⠀"I-I didn't do it..." I tried to explain, "I had a weird dream last night.. Well maybe it wasn't even a dream.. oh god, Brittany!" I covered my face and gave a shaky sigh-- ashamed that the very memory of that night made me blush so much.

⠀⠀⠀"What guy?!" Brittany exclaimed surprised, "You didn't tell me you had a guy!"

⠀⠀⠀"Brittany, shhh!!!" I panic, "Lower you voice," I whisper, "What if a teacher--"

⠀⠀⠀"Teacher--smeacher." She brushed away my worries with a flick of her hand, "We're already in trouble for being late."

⠀⠀⠀"Exactly! So just--" I was interrupted.

⠀⠀⠀"Abby, come on! Just tell me what happened." She pleaded.

⠀⠀⠀"I didn't do it! A guy snuck into my room last night carved my arm up like a damn turkey!" I yelled, but bit my lip, "I-I'm sorry..."

⠀⠀⠀"Woooooaaaaah-ha-Hooo!" Brittany nodded, approving of my sudden tantrum and I rolled my eyes and pulled up my sleeve to reveal my right arm and the pink scar cut across it. Brittany leaned down and peered at it. Her dark-blue eyes almost reminded me of those of a steady doctor's.

⠀⠀⠀"What does it even say--?" Before she could say anything more, we heard a teacher behind us. I pulled down my sleeves swiftly ad spun around to see Mr. Clarke approaching fast. He stopped walking and stared at both of us as if we had stolen his car and taken it for a joy ride.

⠀⠀⠀"Girls, what are you doing in the hallway?" He asked us both, but his ice blue eyes were on me.

⠀⠀⠀Brittany put her arm in front of me and pulled me behind her and raised her brow, "Nothing much, just thought we'd take a pi--"

⠀⠀⠀"Pee!" I piped up before Brittany said anything inappropriate.

⠀⠀⠀Mr. Clarke raised his brow and just sighed like every teacher who has met Brittany's bad side. He looked oddly tired- and I mean, like, more tired than usual. "Brittany, as much as I would love to stand here and have my brain cells cringe from your vulgarity, I think Miss Judy anxiously awaits yout arrival, in Chemistry." He wrinkled his nose at my glaring friend, and I almost thought that they were going to have it out.

⠀⠀⠀Fights were usually stopped by teachers, not started... Right?

⠀⠀⠀I guess Mr. Clarke saw the look on my face because he instantly cleared his throat and straightened his dark purple tie. "Just get to class Brittany." When I began to walk after Brittany, I felt Mr. Clarke's hand close around my wrist. "Excpept for you, Ms. Knightley."

⠀⠀⠀"Hey!" Brittany yelled at Mr. Clarke, who himself was surprised that he even touched me, recoiled his hand as if I was a snake and stung him.

⠀⠀⠀"S-sorry..." Mr. Clarke's voice faltered-- his English accent biting the air as he halted suddenly. He looked at me, but then his blue eyes glared at Brittany, "Brittany, I will not tell you again!" He yelled, and I swear my rib-cage rattle a bit.

⠀⠀⠀He was making things worse as usual. He was going to escalate the situation. I could almost hear the class rooms that sat along the hallway buzz with the kids inside. The start of a storm: the gossip-monsoon was brewing.

⠀⠀⠀They must be able to hear this! Oh god, why me?!

⠀⠀⠀The two of them were arguing and my hand crawled up to my constricting chest. It was getting tighter. Suddenly, I felt warm hands on my shoulder. I slowly look up (everything was moving in slow motion... for some reason), my eyes seemed to sharpen my vision, and then fail me as spots dotted everything.

⠀⠀⠀I was fighting dizziness before I could look up straight to see a worried Mr. Clarke. He helped me balance and stand as he held my hand and supported my back gingerly. Brittany was literally circling every now and again like some enraged mother hen.

⠀⠀⠀It would have been funnier if only I didn't feel so sick-- I was going to pass out, my eyes were freakin' crossing!

⠀⠀⠀Before I knew it I was in the nurses office. I got a check up and she sternly told me to take a rest on the bed. I didn't exactly argue. However, there was something about the smell of disinfectant, floor polish, and wood in the room that kept me wide awake.

⠀⠀⠀The ceiling fan creaked softly, and my eyes followed it. I vaguely heard some whispering and I closed my eyes so I could concentrate better. I figured out it was Mr. Clarke and Brittany.

⠀⠀⠀"What happened to her?" Mr. Clarke whispered harshly.

⠀⠀⠀"For the last time, I don't know, you creepy old geezer!" I giggled when I heard Brittany's usual loud voice from inside the other room.

⠀⠀⠀There was silence for a while, but then I heard the door to the sick bay beds open with a creak. I saw Brittany first as she peeked through, and then I saw the impatient shadow of Mr. Clarke.

⠀⠀⠀"Could you move?" He was still grumpy it seemed.

⠀⠀⠀"I dunno..." Brittany sassed, "Can you be any nicer?" Her sarcasm made the teacher scoff.

⠀⠀⠀He walked passed Brittany who folded her arms over her chest and plopped herself down into the wheely chair, it squeaked in protest, but she didn't budge, to Mr. Clarke's annoyance.

⠀⠀⠀When he leaned over me, he was much more... nice. "Abbigail, are you alright?" He asked gently, "How are you feeling?"

⠀⠀⠀I groaned, my spine felt all tingly and weird.




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