I wake up, tangled in blankets and sweating profusely. I try to catch my breath, but my breathing is so fast i feel as if my heart could beat right out of my chest. I flutter my eyes to try to clear the vision from my mind. My memory is still painfully clear; as if it was just yesterday when i was thrown into this downward spiral, and it's all because of one stupid incident, which i am destined not to forget. The very thought of the subject is enough to send my pulse into overdrive. Tossing and turning, I finally manage to get my mind onto another train of thought, and my breathing slowly returns to a somewhat normal state. I sit up and unravel myself from my cocoon of quilts, brushing my boy-short messy hair off of my face. In one unsteady movement, I swing my legs around and scramble to my feet. Somehow I am able to stand semi-upright- despite my whole body shaking uncontrollably.
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It's my first day back at school since the incident; and my first day of Year 12 in college. As if that wasn't enough to be worrying about, I have to try and keep up with my coursework, despite missing the last two months of Year 11. I would have liked to leave school after my GCSEs, but I wasn't focused enough as I had missed so much school, and in the end my mum forced me to stay on and do my A-levels, much to my discontent. My older sister, Nina, passed her A-levels with flying colours two years ago, and she's in the middle of doing a nursing degree, so I guess her success has set the bar high for my brother and I. It's not that i'm particularly bad at school, and i'm definitely not a troublemaker; but i suppose I've just not been bothered. Studying? No thanks, I'd much rather be scrolling through memes on the internet for a few hours. I think Mum thought that it would be different now that i'm 16, but i'm the same person; and that will never
It's my first day back at school since the incident; and my first day of Year 12 in college. As if that wasn't enough to be worrying about, I have to try and keep up with my coursework, despite missing the last two months of Year 11. I would have liked to leave school after my GCSEs, but I wasn't focused enough as I had missed so much school, and in the end my mum forced me to stay on and do my A-levels, much to my discontent. My older sister, Nina, passed her A-levels with flying colours two years ago, and she's in the middle of doing a nursing degree, so I guess her success has set the bar high for my brother and I. It's not that i'm particularly bad at school, and i'm definitely not a troublemaker; but i suppose I've just not been bothered. Studying? No thanks, I'd much rather be scrolling through memes on the internet for a few hours. I think Mum thought that it would be different now that i'm 16, but i'm the same person; and that will never