First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1320355435/ Next: I ran away into the nurse, my heart thumping inside my chest, and heavy breathing. There is something wrong with me. seriously wrong. Why am I so pathetic? I actually started feeling my stomach knotting, so I went a little slower. I was fighting back tears. Now I actually didn't know what I was feeling, but it wasn't good. I walked past lockers and saw kids laughing and snickering. Not at me though. Probably at some joke their friends told them. In their perfect life, with infinite friends and a good house. Where their parents wrote them "I love you" notes in their lunch boxes. Where they had so much money and whatever they wanted. Where they were always happy. I could feel a beast unchain within me, an anger that had never been there before. But I stopped myself. Just because I was being bullied didn't mean I needed to bully others. I felt a growl in my throat, my breathing quickening. I finally neared the nurses office and padded inside. "Hello?" I asked as I wandered in. I finally spotted her and she asked me what was wrong. "Umm..." I mumbled. "spit it out, I don't got all day." She pushed. "I don't feel too good, can I go home?" Then I remembered the strict rules of the school. And one was: don't be dramatic with the nurse. A headache doesn't count. And then I remembered everything. How when M.s Johnstonia asked me my Theriotypes my gear was on. When I saw Dr Andrew, my gear was on. My tail. My ears. My Sweatshirt. I had forgotten all that. Something is seriously wrong with me. The nurse saw my eyes widen, and looked at me like I had 9 heads. Like I was about to fall over and faint. "You don't seem to be lyin', so here's a pass. Go home, feel better." She said as she handed me a pass. "Thank you," I said as I slowly walked out. Something felt off, seriously wrong. Like me.
predictions maybe? plz sorry its short
