STRESS
Sweat trickled down your face, the stress of your test really doing a number on you… your leg was bouncing, breath quickening, pen tapping and clicking
”An hour and 50 left on the clock…” The old teacher muttered, snarling and gurgling the gunk in his throat, it was disgusting… His wet eyes scanned the room, landing on you for a few seconds then looking off, his nimble fingers shakily swiped through some papers, licking his wrinkly, weak finger each time, picking up your test, you glared at the paper… your vision… fading…?
A soft hum awoken you… you were… asleep..? On someone’s lap… you felt their acrylic nails scratching your scalp softly, while they were talking to someone, probably a teacher… ugh.. you fainted… again. This ment you were either in the office, or therapy room, you couldn’t tell, all you knew was that you were on the floor, or well- on someone’s lap… a soft floor actually… so definitely the therapy room… you cracked an eye open and took a sneaky glance at the person you were laying on….
Beautiful purple eyes… Hot eyebags… amazingly long blue hair in pigtails…
Jinx…