It was another "normal" day in grade six. My head pounding feeling like I was getting stabbed and shot in the back of my neck. My teacher came over to me and talked to me. I could barely understand or see her. All I could make out was a blue and black giant blur. When she tried to talk to me I looked at her with confusion so she got my best friend Leah to help me up. I guess I was walking down to the office to sleep. Or for my mom to pick me up. Either way would not make my head any better and I would still get more attention then normal.
I hated getting attention. Whenever I did it felt like everyone is judging me. I mean, some attention is good but not a lot. I just wish my mom would hurry up so I could get away from this learning place I'm suppose to call school.