"Generalized Anxiety Disorder"

chapter 3

At this moment I'm wearing Michael black sweats and his dark blue sweatshirt.

"Michael? I don't want to leave the bathroom."

"Are you on your period? Do you want me to buy you some?" Michael walked in the bathroom, quickly getting ibuprofen.

"No you goof," I smiled. "It's just that I ran in here like a lunatic and I don't want them to start thinking that I have abusive parents which I don't. Also have you texted Robert that I'm okay? Oh god, your friends are going to think I'm weird. Fuck." I got up but Michael grabbed me from my side and sat me down on the sink counter.

"Hey breathe," he handed me two white pills. " take this please and everything is fine I swear babe." he kissed my forehead and walked out of the bathroom.

I look at myself from the mirror. My god. I had mascara running down my checks, also eyeshadow wasn't helping either. I decided to wash my face because I wanted to present myself as a normal teenage girl.

"Yeah, normal."

I dried my face but before I opened the door I look down at my pills. I quickly grabbed them putting them in my pockets.

"Hey, Amelia. The pizza is here!"

[ MONDAY MORNING ]

I quickly unfolded the paper, looking up to check if my teacher wasn't paying any attention on me.

I let out a sigh. I know it's wrong for me to cheat but I'm on thin line with math. I'm barely passing this class including other classes.

i started writing faster as the teacher walked my way but before he checked on me I put my notes under my test.

"Amelia, give me your test."

I sat there with a pout but slowly give him my test with shaky hands.

"I'm sorry mister Arturo-"

"Amelia leave the class I don't want to hear any excuses. You had a week to go to tutors or study."

I felt tears in my eyes. Everyone started whispering and staring. I got my backpack and left. My phone started vibrating, great Michael.

"Michael?"

"Hey Amelia, can I borrow your phone charger please?"

"Yeah sure meet me by the library. Bye."

I checked myself on my little mirror, my eyes are puffy red. Just what I needed.

I put my hoodie on because this somewhat comfort me but didn't help me to stop crying at all. I had one job and it was too study. Why am I like this?

"Fuck!"

"Whoa, what's wrong A?"

I look to see Luke with a huge smile as if he just made the funniest joke ever. "What the fuck do you want, Luke?" I glared at him, his smile soon vanishing.

Great I'm an asshole now. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I felt the tears coming out again and there's no point of stopping them now.

Luke sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my small body. "Hey, it's alright. What's wrong?" he grabbed my face with a huge concern on his face.

I pushed his hands away.

"I'm just stupid. I don't care if I'm over reacting but my god I'm failing half of my classes. No matter how much I study, I get an F. What's wrong with me?"

It was quiet for two minutes until Luke picked me up bridal style. "Luke, put me down I have to wait for Michael." I tried to push him off but all he did was laugh.

"Well forget Michael, let's get some ice cream and talk. Okay?"

"Fine, I'm sorry for crying?"

"Don't be."

As we got to the Ice Cream Shop, Luke insisted on buying my ice cream which made me only feel more of an asshole.

"So, I think I know what's your problem? I mean with your whole thing about your grades and shit. I had a friend who ha-"

"No. There can't be anything wrong with me. I already have generalized anxiety disorder and crazy ass parents."

Luke grabbed my hand, "Amelia, relax its nothing bad. I'm no expert but hearing and seeing you struggle with school I think I know what it is. But I think you should talk about it with one of your parents." he let go of my hand, I just sat there.

This year is so confusing. Nothing is going well for me and I have to leave this place.

"Can you drop me off back at my place?"

"Yeah, let's go."

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I walked in my house to see my mom on the phone, as I got closer I cringe on her ever word.

They are finally getting a divorce.

A/N

AFTER THE NEXT 2 CHAPTERS ITS GONNA GET PRETTY GOOD & GAY !!

I had to underlined that bc I'm trying to make my point here that Amelia is gay af. lol.

anyways college is killing me more than ever. ready to drop out honestly but I'm passing all of my classes so ??? I just hate taking math & English again. should of picked an art major. noted.

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