Freshman year started in a flash, the summer was briskly over, and I had barely anytime to breath between running and drum practice and keeping up with my commissions. Cross country started a week before school, things seemed to be going fine, the first week of school was soon upon that point and our first meet was very sudden. I was anxious through the whole day, which was unusual for me. At the time I didn't think much of it, I ended up throwing up right at the finish line in front of everyone. I guess I pushed a little too hard, but I guess you'd be able to understand if everyone was screaming at you to run faster. Open up your stride, come on Adeline beat those girls! Go faster, she's gonna pass you! It all happened so fast, and next thing I knew I was on the soft grass next to the pungent pile I regurgitated. The rest of the day was a fuzzy blur. The next few weeks seemed to go great, I had no more anxiety except getting a little nervous before each race. The final week of cross country came around, and that's where im standing now. I had no idea what the hell was coming my way.
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Panic Attack
Non-FictionA story about a girl starting out her freshman year in high school. Everything seems to be going perfect, until her life comes crashing down. She can't control anything anymore. Her thoughts and mental state have gone wack and she can't even tell wh...
