fear
...by chattering and whispering to each other. It really bothers when people talk behinds me, making me feel so bad and annoyed; making me afraid to go out. And today, I have to go to school. Every time I think of it, I get more and more afraid; and every time the clock ticks, I get hot and sweat more. “Get ready for the bus, son” my mother calls. Now, I’m sweating more than ever, my heart pounding to a rate similar to as if I had just completed in an Olympic race. I pick up my bag, tidy myself, and got ready for the bus. This time, there’s no way to go, I have to face my fear, I hope for a miracle to happen though, but ...