“CHARLIE,” my mom yelled, “WAKE UP, YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO BE LATE ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL WOULD YOU?”
“Mom why did you wake me up this early? When I was homeschooled I never woke up this early,” I groaned as I tried to get up. Everything was fuzzy and all of the sounds in the house drowned as if I was hearing things underwater.
Ok, you might be wondering why I have been homeschooled for my entire life. Let me tell you. It is because I have a disorder. A social anxiety disorder (SAD), which means whenever I try to talk to a random stranger I get a feeling as if I am being punched constantly in my brain saying “Get away or you will not get out in one piece.”
I got up somehow, brushed my teeth, took a bath, and put on some casual clothing.
I need to make an impression to people that I am a cool, non-threatening new kid in school.
I put everything that I needed to in my Pikachu backpack and started walking to the bus stop.
As soon as I got off the bus I dashed to the school entrance and put my sweaty palms around the door handle, but as soon as I did that horrible thoughts entered my brain.
What will happen if I open the door? Will people all around come to greet me? Am I not cut out for public schooling? Will the cheeseburger my mom gave me remain in my Star Wars lunchbox?
I stood there idle in front of the doorknob for a solid 5 minutes. I felt embarrassed as if everyone was watching me. Then, a girl shoved me and muttered something like “Move out of the way.”
I dashed back to the bus only because there was no other choice, but 10 seconds after, I realized I made a mistake.
A big blue vortex appeared in front of me sucking me in. I tried to hang on the a pole, but its powerful vice-like grip was too strong.
A few seconds later I was back in my room, laying on the bed as my mom called me to wake up for school.
It was all a dream! I was home safe in one piece and I was ready for school.
I put everything that I needed to in my Pikachu backpack and started walking to the bus stop.
As soon as I got off the bus I dashed to the school entrance and put my sweaty palms around the door handle, but as soon as I did that horrible thoughts entered my brain.
What will happen if I open the door? Will people all around come to greet me? Am I not cut out for public schooling? Will the cheeseburger my mom gave me remain in my Star Wars lunchbox?
I stood there idle in front of the doorknob for a solid 5 minutes. I felt embarrassed as if everyone was watching me. Then, a girl walked up to me with a smile, “Do you need help finding the way?”
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