anx·i·e·ty: /aNGˈzīədē/
noun
desire to do something, typically accompanied by unease.
"Travis, why don't you go find a seat." Summer said I started to walk down the rows of desks. I can see people looking at me. "Breath." I take a deep breath and then I sit down. I look to my right and see that I'm sitting next to this guy, he looks popular. I was kinda intimidated. I didn't know how I was looking at him. I thought it was a few seconds, but it may have been a little longer than that. He looked back at me with a look a disgust. He hates me and he barely knows my name. I quickly look away. The teacher seemed so far away, she was starting to fade. "Not again. Breath." I start to grip the desk. Trying to clam down, but I was getting harder and harder. "I NEED TO GET OUT! I CAN'T BREATH!" I started grabbing the desk harder. I felt someone touch my shoulder.
"Dude are you okay!?" some girl asked me. I started to tap my leg. "I NEED TO LEAVE!"
"May I go get some water!" I shot up and yelled to the teacher.
"Yes, Travis" She said nicely. I grab my backpack and quickly run to the nearest bathroom.
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A N X I E T Y
Short StoryHi...my name's Travis. Its my first day at actual school...I'm 17. I also have really bad anxiety. This is what happens on my first day of school. Can you come and breath with me?
