In and out. Breathe in... hold it just a second longer... and out. My nerves are on high alert as I go through my brain in search of the right words. Re-read that sentence and see if it's okay. I think it's fine.
Stress is a funny thing from my experience – not really. It's this bundle of electricity coiled in my stomach that sends off waves of shock through my body to every nerve ending. My brain is aware there's no need to be alarmed. My body... not so much. I don't have sweaty hands – thank God I don't! – but I have the strongest urge to stop in time just so I can show my hands what it means to stay still. Unfortunately, time doesn't stop. My voice, well, at least when I use it during stressful situations, is in sync with my shaking hands. But I'm not using my voice now – I mean apart from the internal monologue. The outside of my head is mostly silent. But then again it's in silence that the quietest sound can be heard the loudest. So in fact it's like writing at a party during a hurricane. The wind swishes by me, yet my hair is still intact. That would be the first – probably the last time as well. Now I kind of want to see the chairs fly away. Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that. There are chairs here, and desks and... other classroom stuff. Locked in the school during a party that gets interrupted by a tornado – I had to switch it up since hurricanes only happen near water – that sounds like a plot to a bad movie. Where everyone eats each other. © L.B., Year III, 2021/2022
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