"You're gonna fall" the voice inside my head says as I walk to the front of the room.
"You're a worthless piece of crap" it says.
I start rapidly shaking, and my palms begin sweating.
I stand in front of the board holding my head down looking at my paper clutched in my hands.
"I-I-I-" i begin.
"I I I, what's up dumby? You nervous?" A boy yells to me.
Tears start to well up in my eyes. I fold my paper, walking over to my teacher's desk. I set it down and run out the door.
I run
And run
And run
And run
Down the hallway until I reach the bathroom.
I stop abruptly, grasping the door handle firmly.
I start to cry and I run into the bathroom.
Standing in front of the closed door;
I sink down to the ground, curl up in a ball,
And cry.