I really like this one guy called Ben, so I told my friend about it. Teachers and parents and preachers always, uh, preach, the same thing -- friends listen to what you have to say and they don't spread rumors or embarrass you. Not in this case. 5 days ago at lunch my and my friends were sitting together. Ben and his gang were at the table in front of us. My friend screamed at him, BEN!!! AG HAS SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU!!! and I was sitting there like, wut?? Ben turned around and stared at me like I was an idiot. My friend then whispered in a sugar-coated tone, go say hi! I looked at Ben and waved. Putting an annoyed look on his face, Ben turned around back to his table. His friends acted like nothing had happened.
Now, i'm just really depressed. I ask to go to the nurse's office just to lay down and not see anyone's face. The nurse assistant, whom desk faces the window unveiling the cot room, is nervous about my mentality. She sees me karate-chopping the air while staring into space. It's because I control myself that way. Hitting thin air. While (I think) nobody is looking. When someone is looking, I flinch briskly. My head pounds, and I don't know what to do. Please save me,







