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Chapter 8 {UNDER REFERB}

Thank goodness the paste incident didn't effect you as badly as the other kids. The worst of it was that your foot was stuck to the desk and it started to itch but honestly you had worse problems to focus on. "So young man, now you see there's a price to pay for eating paste. Would you say that loosing the use of your mouth was worth it?" Ms. Bitter hissed as Melvin stood in the front of the class with paste on his mouth. "Mmm hmm." He responded.

Out of the corner of the class you could hear Zim laughing. "Stupid silent glue boy." He said. You smirked at bit too. It was honestly nice to laugh after awhile. Things had been really rough for you. You thought your dumb days of anxiety were conquered but nope. Not at all. More sleep deprived nights worrying about if you were really just in the way of Dib, or you said something stupid, or something you did that kids remember.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the crash of lightning and raindrops quietly hitting against the window. You smiled a bit. You enjoyed rain very much. In fact it was quite relaxing for you. But as much as rain was relaxing, skool wasn't. You constantly found yourself watching Zim and Dib paranoid or nervous something bad was going to happen. You heard Dib start to yet again taunt Zim but you completely ignored it. Thank god the bell rang and you were eager to get out. As the other kids managed to get out of the paste, you ripped your foot from the desk and casually grabbed your stuff from your desk and went to your lockers. Could this day get any- "Heey Y/N!" You heard someone mockingly say behind you. Of course it had to be Chunk. "Do you still have that dumb little safety bunny with you?" He announced quite loudly for the other kids to hear. Everything went silent. You began to sweat. You had always carried a little stuffed bunny in your bag to ease some anxiety, but you guess that was something not everyone understood. You didn't know what to say. You scanned the room for Dib but he was nowhere to be found.

You were VERY nervous, but you managed to croak out something. "I-I-don't know what your t-talking about." He smiled and pushed you out of the way taking the bunny out of the bag. "Look everyone they still have it!" He held it up and everyone roared with laughter. You began to quiver and tear up. You ripped the bunny from his hands, zipped up the your bag, and slammed your locker stomping off crying. You could hear Jessica's laugh too. "What a baby." She replied. This made you feel even worse. After you got out of the school the kids all followed running to the rain. You didn't want to wait to walk with Dib or Gaz this time. You were still crying and you really didn't want to talk about it. As you stomped past him you could hear his voice. "Hey where are you going? Don't you want to help me with our fate of the world work?" You turned around and he got a look at your puffy red eyes. He could tell everything that happened just by your demeanor. "Oh...uh..I'm sorry I didn't see that you were crying..do you uh..need to talk abo-" you shook your head. "Thank you but I'm going home." You said and he seemed to understand.

  After a long walk you were still tearing up as you remembered the kids at Skool. You got home to find your dad watching TV. You ran up to your room slamming your door and plopping yourself on the bed. Your Dad turned off the TV and went to your door with your Mother since she heard the door slam too. On the other side they could hear you crying. "Honey What's wrong?" Your mother asked. You didn't respond. Your father wanted to give a try, but didn't know what to say. Your mother gestured him to go on and give it a try. "Um, not every fish, is meant to swim hon." He said unsurely. "I don't understand fishing metaphors!" You cried out stuffing your face into your pillow.

(Here I go again with more movie references.)

Your mother opened the door. "Honey? Do you want to talk about what happened?" You shook your head. "Are you sure? It would really help." You didn't respond at first but then you got up. "A kid bullied me. But it's nothing really." Your Mom looked at you sadly. "Honey it's not nothing. Someone obviously hurt you and that means it's something." You sighed sadly. "Chunk took my Rabbit and showed to everyone and now everyone thinks I'm a baby. No one understands it's an anxiety mechanism..." You replied sadly drifting off. Your mother looked disgusted. "Those little as-" she began until you heard your father's voice. "(Mom's Name), Language." She sighed. "I cannot believe they would do something like that. You can't help your anxiety and that's ok. They don't have to understand it, but they should respect it." You nodded sadly. She looked at you in the eyes and held your hand. "Hey, it's going to be ok. Your father and I have been talking and we think we should get a counselor. If that's ok with you." Of course it was fine with you, but anxiety would mess up everything.