You were a high school student, around fifteen. You had this condition called Tourette’s. You would whistle, call out, hit your chest, pass out, a bunch of things. It did hurt, but you couldn’t do much about it.

One day you were in class, sitting next to your best friends, Willow, Carter, and Eliza. They would normally help you to not hit yourself too hard or hurt yourself. You’d have these tics all day, and it wasn’t fun, but no one worried too much about it since a lot of people knew what could happen.

You were in science class, listening to the teacher go on and on. You all were taking notes on the subject. There were only thirty minutes left of class, which meant only an hour and thirty minutes of school. Your tics were worse today… but that didn’t stop you from doing schoolwork. Eliza had been looking over at you tons of times, making sure you didn’t do anything to hurt yourself or anyone else like you did a lot.