XD Heh heh

This will be using my characters Kendle Brooks and Gloria Vorperian from my book Invalid simply because I don't feel like making this a fanfiction and I don't wanna make more characters XD

But keep in mind this isn't in the Invalid Universe at all XD.

Alright, enough of this. Let's go.

Wait, also, this is my personal experience with anxiety/panic attacks that I sometimes get. They aren't that bad, but this is how I experience them, so uh...

Also, they've never gotten to this point before, definitely not in school, so I don't know if this is how this stuff works XD

So uh...

Yeah?

Kendle hands shook at her sides and she wrapped them around herself to hide it as the woman in front of her continued to lecture her. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she lowered her head, willing the damn things to go away. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. It will only make her more mad. You shouldn't cry. It shouldn't hurt this much.

Kendle was being lectured by her teacher. She didn't know the woman very well, she was a very good student, she never got in trouble. But now her teacher had pulled her off to an empty classroom to tell her off for not doing enough work on their most recent group assignment. Even though Kendle actually did most of the work.

Why did her stomach feel like it was shrinking? Why did her chest feel tight? Why did she feel so, so guilty and horrible about this?

Why did she feel as though she would give everything just to make this woman stop? Why did it feel like the walls were closing in and that she couldn't get enough air? Why did her legs feel like they were going to give out underneath her?

Why did she want to sob and drop to the floor and beg this woman to stop lecturing her she can't take this, she can't take this, shecanttakethisshecantakethisshecanttakethis!

It shouldn't be this hard to deal with being lectured for something she didn't do. It shouldn't be this hard to deal with being lectured by someone she didn't know very well, or like all that much.

She should not want to curl up in a ball on the floor and press her hands to her ears and cry and beg and plead for this woman to leave her alone.

It's not a big deal. I'm not in trouble. She isn't going to punish me. She only giving me a lecture. Kendle repeated the words in her head like a mantra. She kept her eyes on the floor as the tears grew bigger and threatened to fall.

"I'm disappointed in you, Kendle. I expected more from you." Her teacher said. Time froze. The whole world froze. The words rang in Kendle's ears and echoed in her head. I'm disappointed in you, Kendle. I'm disappointed in you, Kendle. I'm disappointed in you, Kendle.

The air was sucked from her lungs, the walls crushed her, the shaking traveled from her hands to her arms to her whole body. She hugged herself tighter to try and hide it still, to try and comfort herself. To try to calm down and get control of herself again.

A tear slipped down her face. And then another and another and another. More still followed.

The tears were cold when they touched her cheeks.

She felt unreal. This wasn't happening. No, this was all just a bad dream, this was a part in a book she had recently read that her mind had shoved her and her teacher into.

She managed to make her voice leave her tight throat. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, M-Mrs. P-P-Pope." She muttered, wincing at every stutter. She looked up at her teacher's face but quickly lowered her gaze.

The look on Mrs. Pope's face made her chest tighten more. "Look at me," the woman said. Kendle slowly lifted her head and looked at her teacher, trying to hide her terror and hoping she wouldn't notice the tears that sat waiting in Kendle's eyes or the trails ones already fallen had left behind.

"Y-yes, m-ma'am." Kendle stuttered. Mrs. Pope looked furious.

"You know what? I have had enough with your stuttering and mumbling and your shyness and your quietness! You need to grow up and act more like a normal human being!" Mrs. Pope began to yell, thoroughly annoyed.

Kendle winced and curled in on herself slightly more. This couldn't possibly get worse. "You need to grow up and learn to work with other people! You need to learn to talk to other people! You need to learn to handle being called on in class and asked to answer questions and being put in a group with classmates you don't know very well." Mrs. Pope paused her yelling, Kendle shivered like a leaf, still trying to hide it. "You need to stop being such a disappointment!"

It was now that Kendle couldn't hold it back anymore. She dropped to the floor and scooted backwards toward a corner. She pressed her hands to her ears, squeezing her eyes shut and bringing her knees to her chest "Stop it, stop it, please. Please stop. Stop. Stopstopstopstopstop." She began to rock back and forth on the floor as she continued to mutter to herself as tears slipped from her eyes.

She heard Mrs. Pope yelling at her still, but the words didn't register.

Kendle continued to rock on the floor and cry, muttering and begging for her to stop.

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Gloria stood up and walked out of the classroom. Mrs. Pope and Kendle had been gone for long enough. It was time she went looking for her best friend and their teacher.

She walked down the hallway and then turned into the next one. She heard Mrs. Pope yelling from an empty classroom a few doors down. Shit! Gloria ran down the hallway and threw open the door. "Stop it!" She cried, pushing past the teacher and kneeling in front of Kendle where she sat, rocking and crying and muttering and clutching her hands over her ears in a corner. "She's having a panic attack! Shut up and leave her alone!" She turned around and glared at the teacher. Gloria didn't care if she got detention.

Kendle was having a panic attack and and that woman was the cause of it and she would only make it worse if she kept yelling. Mrs. Pope shut her mouth and kept it shut, surprised and shocked. Gloria turned back to Kendle and ignored Mrs. Pope, gently putting her hands on Kendle's shoulders. "Hey, Kendle. It's Gloria. It's okay. No one's going to yell at you anymore. It's alright. I'm here. It's alright." She spoke softly and gently. "Kendle, can you take a deep breath for me?" She coaxed. Kendle took a shuddering breath and slowly opened her eyes to look at Gloria, taking her hands from her head. Gloria took her hands from Kendle's shoulders and opened her arms. Kendle leaned forward and rested her head on Gloria's shoulder. Gloria wrapped her arms around her friend and held her tightly as she cried and shook.

Gloria ran her hand through Kendle's short black hair and rubbed circles in her back with the other. She whispered quiet comforts into Kendle's ear and didn't stop until Kendle pulled away, sniffling. "Alright, honey. Let's get you to the nurse, okay?" Gloria said gently, slowly getting to her feet, Kendle following. Gloria wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led Kendle out of the room, glaring at Mrs. Pope when they passed by.

Gloria led Kendle down to the nurse's office and sat her down on one of the beds in the back before going back to the desk and talking to the nurse. "She had a panic attack. May I stay here with her to help her calm down?" The nurse nodded.

"Of course, sweety. What are your names?" The nurse said, needing to put this down and send a message to the girls' teachers to let them know that they would be staying with her for a while.

"Gloria Vorperian," Gloria pointed to herself. "And Kendle Brooks." She pointed to Kendle who sat curled up in the bed that Gloria had left her sitting on, pressed against the wall. The nurse nodded.

"Thank you. Should I call her parents?" No. Her parents are assholes. Gloria shook her head.

"No, but could you call mine? They might want to come pick us up." She rubbed the back of her neck and glanced toward Kendle, seeing her hugging her knees to her chest in the corner of the bed. Gloria bit her lip in worry then looked back to the nurse who was already dialing one of Gloria's parents' numbers.

Gloria glanced toward Kendle again then back toward the nurse who nodded and waved one hand to let Gloria know that she could go sit with Kendle. Gloria gave the kind woman a grateful smile and headed toward the bed that Kendle sat huddled on in the back of the nurse's office.

Gloria sat down and scooted back to lean against the wall next to Kendle. She opened her arms wide again and Kendle crawled into them, letting Gloria stroke her soft, short hair and rub circles in her back as she rested her head on Gloria's shoulder.

Gloria smoothed back Kendle's hair and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"Hello? Is this Mrs. Vorperian? Hi, I'm Mrs. Jackie, the school nurse. No no, Gloria is fine. But Kendle Brooks had a panic attack and Gloria told me to call you." Mrs. Jackie paused as she listened to Gloria's mother over the phone. She nodded and said, "Of course, Mrs. Vorperian. One moment." The nurse angled the phone away from her mouth and beckoned to Gloria. "Your mother wants to talk with you." Gloria gently eased Kendle off of her and walked over toward Mrs. Jackie's desk, taking the phone when she got there.

"Hey, mom." Gloria said.

"What happened? How bad is it? Do I need to come pick you two up?" Angelina Vorperian spouted concerned question after concerned question.

"Um..." Gloria looked nervously at the nurse. Mrs. Jackie stood up and went to sit with and try to comfort Kendle. Gloria gave a relieved sigh and told her mother what she had walked in on and what had happened. She heard her mother's stressed noise over the phone.

"Do you want me to come pick you up? Or do you think that Kendle can last the rest of the school day?" Angelina said, very audibly concerned. Gloria thought for a moment, looking over at her best friend.

"I think you should come pick us up." Gloria said finally. "She seems really worn out and I don't think she'd be able to handle the rest of the day." She felt her mother nod and then asked for Gloria to give the phone back to the nurse so she could let her know that she would be coming to pick the two girls up. Gloria set the phone down on the counter and walked back to Kendle. "My mom wants to talk to you again," Gloria said before sitting down and letting Kendle lay her head in her lap.

She played with Kendle's black mop of hair with one hand and twisted their fingers together with the other when Kendle reached for her hand. She hummed and talked quietly, ignoring Mrs. Jackie's talk with her mom and everything else but the girl in her lap until her mom showed up to take them home.

Angelina signed them out and then walked over to where the two girls still sat. Gloria pressed another gentle kiss to the top of Kendle's head to wake her up from the light sleep she had slipped into. "My mom is here to take us home, Kendle." She said softly. Kendle blinked open her silver eyes and sat up slowly, yawning.

Gloria coaxed Kendle to her feet and her and her mom lead Kendle out to Angelina's car.

"Come on, let's get you home."

A/N Word Count: 2047

So yeah

Now it's 3:47am

I literally just wrote six words, aka the last sentence tonight because I have had this written for a while now but just didn't know how to end it.

But I finally did! Yay!

Okay.

But yeah.

Bye

Yours in demigodishness and all that,
Annabeth_Jackson_12 <3