My thoughts raced, I couldn't control anything except which direction they took. And when I stood up to get off the bus, I couldn't remember anything that I had thought about for the past half hour.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I ever remember or control racing thoughts? It happens too often for me to not be slightly concerned. Maybe I'm just...
overreacting. Maybe I'm going insane.
At my locker, I silently recited my ritual.
3... 7... and catch at.. 43.
I gripped the knob and twisted it to open the locker.
What I saw made my stomach clench.
All of Kiki's things were gone, and mine were left disheveled. Even though I normally keep them organized.. Did she go through my stuff?
I put my bookbag in the locker and grabbed the stuff I'd need for the first 2 blocks of the day.
Sitting in my homeroom, earbuds in, I texted Link.
Me: Sooo... Kiki moved out of my locker?
Link: yea
Me: Well why tf wasnt i informed until now? Not even a heads up, think fast, or anything??
Link: u wouldve just overreacted again
Me: right, overreacting about my best friends pushing me away. Why did she move out? Do i even want to know?
Link: we're tired of ur shit. u overreact @ EVERYTHING. leave us alone ok?
Me: good to know...
Link: bye.
Well, its official. I'm completely alone in my jail cell called anxiety.
This should be fun.
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Quality over Quantity
Short StoryI've spent so long, preparing for this. I've spent so long, thinking about how I would act, how I wouldn't act, how I would interact (or lack thereof).
