She was shaking, their words echoing in her head.

You're overreacting.
Don't call yourself stupid! I hate it when you do that!
Ha! That's what you're worried about?!
Why do you always cry? No one wants to see that.
Anxiety disorder? That's not a real thing.
Just calm down, you idiot! You didn't do anything f***ing wrong!
You know, no one likes a smart*ss.
I wasn't talking to you, b*tch.
Find your own group of friends. You f***ing w***e.
Why do you always sing when walking between classes? No one wants to hear that awful voice.
Ever heard of a zipper? You need one for your mouth.
You're so smart! Why are you all of a sudden getting bad grades?!?!
No one will ever love you. No one loves someone who has problems.
Why don't you just find a corner and cry your sorrows away there?
Anything that keeps you out of my sight is fine with me.

She held her note cards slightly tighter, the others whispering at her silence. She listened to their words, trying to gain confidence and focus.

She's pretending to have one of her attacks again.
Hailey was right, she really is a wimp.
Ugh, could she just start already I want this to be done and over with.

She began shaking more, tears threatening to spill. She looked around helplessly at her friends. They looked at her with sympathy, one starting to stand up.

"Wait! Maybe we should, like, all, like, put our heads down! That way she can't see us!"

"That's an awesome idea, Amanda! Everyone, put your heads down."

She began crying, her breathing increasing too fast to control. The note cards meant nothing. The project she worked so hard on? It looked like a mess form her new perspective.

They think I'm a hassle.
They don't believe me.
They don't want me here.
They want me dead.

She couldn't stand. She pleaded for death to end her so she wouldn't have to pursue this torture. She reached for a string she was going to use for her project, in hopes of tying it around her neck.

It was then her friend stood up, rushed to her side, and hugged her. She dropped the string and clutched her friend, the anxiety she felt was too much, their words pulsating in her head.

Stupid
Weird
Different
F*ggot
Wimp
Lazy
Idiot

"Smart girls don't cry! The b*tch is faking!"

A girl called out, continuing to apply makeup to her face.

She wanted to punch the girl. The girl had been a jerk to her since the beginning and was the cause for most of the insecurities she felt in the classroom.

The reason she wanted to just die.