You just got diagnosed with PTSD. You get anxiety from almost everything, cops, physical touch, blue caps. You also have social anxiety.

You're actually really cute and boys are crushing over you.

One day, when you're walking to your locker a tall boy stands in your way, he leans on your locker. It was Connor, he loves teasing you.

"Why such a bad mood? Are you on your period or something?" Connor makes a disgusted face