f o u r
(her)
i was feeling terribly sick. my head was throbbing, and the lights started to burn furiously against my closed eyes. i groaned lightly and slumped face down on the table.
not now, stupid migraine.
i try to breathe slowly; in through my nose, out through my mouth. i do it five times before i can relax a little.
the teacher comes in, and i look up, feeling very drained. he instructs us to read the chapter on our own, and discuss it with our partners.
what a lazy teacher.
i try to focus on the text, but my eye sight blurs when i try to concentrate. i blink furiously, but the pages are still hazy when i open them. i glare at the pages.
shit.
i look around to see if everyone was reading or not, and my eyes fall on that boy from the hallway.
shitshitshitshitshit.
he's looking at me. directly. into my eyes. from across the room. i feel breathless. he looks away immediately, and his cheeks flush a light crimson. his knees start shaking under the table.
i turn to my book just as quickly, and the motion churns my stomach in weird ways. bile rises up my throat, and i try to force it down.
i should get out of here.
now, i think.
one.
two.
three.
i bolt out of my seat, mumble 'can i go to the washroom?' to the teacher, and rush out of the room. i feel everyone's stare as i run away, but the hallway boy's watery eyes are the ones i feel the most.
i was feeling terribly sick. my head was throbbing, and the lights started to burn furiously against my closed eyes. i groaned lightly and slumped face down on the table.
not now, stupid migraine.
i try to breathe slowly; in through my nose, out through my mouth. i do it five times before i can relax a little.
the teacher comes in, and i look up, feeling very drained. he instructs us to read the chapter on our own, and discuss it with our partners.
what a lazy teacher.
i try to focus on the text, but my eye sight blurs when i try to concentrate. i blink furiously, but the pages are still hazy when i open them. i glare at the pages.
shit.
i look around to see if everyone was reading or not, and my eyes fall on that boy from the hallway.
shitshitshitshitshit.
he's looking at me. directly. into my eyes. from across the room. i feel breathless. he looks away immediately, and his cheeks flush a light crimson. his knees start shaking under the table.
i turn to my book just as quickly, and the motion churns my stomach in weird ways. bile rises up my throat, and i try to force it down.
i should get out of here.
now, i think.
one.
two.
three.
i bolt out of my seat, mumble 'can i go to the washroom?' to the teacher, and rush out of the room. i feel everyone's stare as i run away, but the hallway boy's watery eyes are the ones i feel the most.
Коментарі