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Serenity Of the mind The air grows cold and my skin prickles up into grosslooking bumps, causing my whole body to shiver and shake as I try to stay still in this brick-hard chair. This chair is loud and creaky no matter how still I sit with a desk that blocks my legs and ties me down. I feel eyes hunting me as the classroom quiets down and I suddenly feel like I’m breathing as loud as a
as the teacher waits for me to answer, but my head goes completely blank. I can’t think, I can’t speak,
tractor aimlessly roaming the fields.
I can’t breathe. The teacher looks over at me and the world turns dark, my eyes are turning different colors like a high rainbow, and my head spins like the beyblades I played with as a
I look around for help that’s nowhere to be found.
child did. Everyone is expecting me to say something brilliant, intelligent, and perfect 06
No superhero was going to sweep down and save me. There are no magical unicorns from the cartoons I watched as a little kid to come to rescue me and tell me I’m the lost ruler of some ancient world.
