[5] The Flinch

"You cringe, you flinch, when I walk by.

Am I that bad?

I never thought you'd think that.

So don't be surprised.

Don't be surprised when one day you walk up to me.

And I flinch."

The applause sounded, my paper landed on Ms. Benson's desk, the bell rang, and I was gone.

Today wasn't a good day.

I didn't want to wake up.

I finally slept for more than a couple hours.

And I wanted to sleep.

But my cat woke me.

So here I am, broken.

Not okay.