I Need You

Prologue

7 year old Adabelle walked up to her elementary school with a small smile and wide brown eyes. Another year with stupid people, teachers, and grades. She turned around looking for her mom, her curly brown hair falling in front of her eyes, but found she had already driven away. So, she faced the school again, and walked in. 

She got to her classroom and stood outside for a minute. The door had big, colorful lettering, stating 'Welcome to the 2nd Grade!' Taking a deep breath, Adabelle prepared herself, and opened the door. Everyone was inside already, and all eyes turned to look at her. Holding her breath, she looked up at the clock and realized she was late. On the first day. Great. She recognized most of the kids, some of them smiling and waving, others saying 'hey Addy' being friendly, but Adabelle knew she had no real friends.

The teacher told her to sit down and everyone stopped looking at her, going back to talking to each other. There was only one seat left, which just so happened to be next to a really cute boy. She sat down and tried not to look at him. He was probably new, she thought to herself, he wasn't here last  year. Trying not to be so shy this year, Adabelle decided to try to talk to him.

"Hi," she practically whispered.

The boy turned to face her, and she looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "Hi!" he greeted cheerfully, making her smile. "I'm James."

"I'm Adabelle," she said, with a bit more confidence, ignoring the teacher telling everyone to quiet down and pay attention. "But you can call me Addy." She smiled proud of herself.

"ADABELLE," the teacher yelled from the front of the room. "I said be quiet!"

Adabelle's smile quickly turned into a frown. Why does everyone have to yell at me?

Everyone's eyes were on her once again, and she felt her lip quiver under their stare. Before she could do anything to stop it, she burst into tears.

All the kids were still staring, now confused, as to why the girl in front of them was crying. 

No one offering to help, Adabelle continued sobbing, before she stood on her thin legs, and ran out. She ran to the bathroom, collapsing on the floor, confused as to why she reacted that way. 

Poor little Adabelle had yet to realize this was only the beginning of her anxiety.

This is like a flashback of the start of Adabelle's anxiety to start off this story. Hope you enjoy it!