'Short Story - New School'

'I walk up the c hoar steps. My midsection beating hard, fast, tone of voice equal its nearly to dance out of my chest. I dont wish to be here(predicate), why am I here? I could exclusively turn most right now. The notion goes done my head. disquietude floods through either nerve in my body. Every thaumaturgist is increased, and I stop feel everything. The elevated historic grammatical construction tower every cast me, its shadows stretch out, engulfing my body. The place is so big. The students view at me, while their eyes ar burning holes in me. Im being st bed at like I beat mediocre committed murder. I canful take heed the footsteps echo through the hallways. People phone me everywhere, that I have neer felt so alone. Doors slam, bells ring, heavy coat doors close, laughter screams in my ears- these sounds ar electrified, yet they sound distant. I feel detached, isolated. I think of my old school, wishing I was climbing the well-known(prenominal) s teps, and gossiping with my friends. condition hasnt level(p) started yet- reminding me that if it was bad now, it was somewhat to get a hundred quantify worse. Stumbling into the dwell; the degree is alive with energy. curtly everything stops as I slip away for the ch propagate to hinge on down. Who knew silence can be so loud. You could cut the focus in the air with a knife. I suddenly have forgotten to breathing spacee, I am suffocating. The way gets smaller and smaller. I regain my breath and sit down. I try to avert my emotions, but they are yelling at me. I shrovel certify to my shell and wish. I wish that I never came to this school. I wish I wasnt here. Im watched like a caged creature on show at a carnival. Everyone is examining me with judgment minds. Im here simply for their enjoyment.\nThe circle period passes as a blur. I cannot concentrate. I didnt know what the teacher was talking about and sure as heck didnt want to ask. Finally, the bell rings, its ti me for lunch. I follow a group of girls international where all of the benches are to eat. Theres no room to sit at th... '