"UUUUGGH," I groaned, as I flopped, exhausted, onto my bed.
"Why, just why?! I wanted to enjoy my weekend!"
My teachers had decided that this week, they would flood the student body's schedules with mountains of homework. I got up off the bed, and hauled myself and my homework towards my desk.
"I hate math," I mutter under my breath as I sit down, "but....I need it to graduate."
There was one reason I wanted to get through school, and that was to get away from people. FOREVER. Ever since I was younger, people stressed me out. They were obnoxiously loud, super nosy, and annoyingly physical. they were always touching things, high-fiving, jabbering, and worst of all....
HUGGING.
I absolutely HATE being hugged.
Like, what part of being trapped in someone's sweaty, nasty arms is enjoyable???
Well, maybe I should try to understand, I think as I pull out my study books,
how it would be comforting to other people to be held in someone else's big, bulky, awkward--
I sigh. I can't ever think about touching people without thinking about THAT. the fact that every moment i'm in that embrace, I'm completely surrounded by someone. That if something were to happen I would be trapped, and I wouldn't be able to run.
It....scares me.
The thought of being surrounded.
A shiver trickles down my back. I shudder.
"I...should probably get on that math."
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Shattered Book 1: Some Things Are Better Broken
Science Fiction18 year old Laya Marian's life is a lie. But before, she thought it was real. As a high school senior, Laya was constantly having a hard time with social situations, and she hid herself behind a perfect, polished mask. When Laya wakes up to an empty...
