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Oops.

Fell asleep. During class too. Again. Teacher said something wrong again. I got irritated and was about to correct him when the attack hit.

"Pay attention! You'll never keep up your grades this way! You didn't hand in that paper either! Whats wrong with you? Get to work!"

I don't want to. I'm too tired. I hurt, I can't take the pain well when I'm awake. I have a 90 in this class anyways. Why bother doing my work? If all I have to look forward to in this future is pain, then why bother trying?

Fell asleep again. At least this time I was out of class. In the hall, actually. My legs felt like led and I flopped down. The edge of my books were digging into my face. I didn't mind all that much. My eyes fell closed.

"What? She seemed fine in class. A little spacey, but at least she seemed to be taking notes this time! Why is she so tired all the time? Someone check on her while I call the nurse. Walk around her. I know she's on the floor in the hall."

The nurse's face is in front of me. Asking when I last ate. I don't know. I don't know what I was doing ten minutes ago, how would I know when the last time I ate was? Why would I care really? I'm a good weight. I can handle not eating. Yes I know that you don't know why I'm doing so well in class. I don't care. Its easy. Can I go back to sleep now? Thanks.

Dammit! Not again. Well, at least I finished my test first. I even had time to hand it in. My teacher gave me one of his sad smiles again. He knows I'm one of his best students. Lazily coasting through classes. After his sad smile I fell again. This time I hit the edge of the desk. Something wet and warm slid on my eyes. Blood maybe? Ah well. The guy who sits in front of me picked me up. One of those nice kids, asks me questions about the work sometimes. Obviously works out, judging by how fast he ran me to the nurse. He seems pretty cool. Says his name. Says he's seen me like this before. Probably at the nurse with my luck.

I actually tried resiting this time. No luck.

It was after class again this time. Right before the buses leave. The guy was there. I actually fell on him. How embarrassing. He took me in his car with him. He later explained he didn't know what bus I was on. He said he was glad He found my cell phone. Called my mom and told her I had another attack. Asked if I could stay. She didn't care. As always.

When I was finally awake enough to talk, he spoke gently. Seemed scared of scaring me. Asked me when I wanted to go home. I shrugged, "Never," was my raspy response. He smiled back and said, "Maybe after dinner then?" I grinned a bit and he helped me up. Such a nice guy. We had some ramen, what he usually eats when his parents weren't home. Which he said slightly bitterly, was most of the time.

I'm getting slightly annoyed with these attacks. Not too much. I've learned too much anger seems to trigger them.

The school had a filed trip. It was okay I guess. Nice guy and I hung out. He asked me if I wanted to go on any rides with him. I shrugged, we went on a roller coaster. I freaked out and grabbed his hand. I kept squeezing tight, he squeezed back. When the ride was over he helped me out. And then I was out. Again. Like one of those lights mom is always to busy to change.

I woke in his arms. It was nice. Warm. we were in the food court. I was glad he didn't have to carry me far, I could still see the coaster from here. "You didn't have to carry me. You could have left me there and saved yourself some trouble." I say to him. Blinking in shock at the upset look on his face. "Never!" He exclaimed. He explained that he wouldn't mind carrying me. I was too light anyways. And he said that I was fine, that I was smart and a nice girl and he wouldn't ever mind helping me with my stupid attacks. I might have let a tear lose, and he might have seen, but he didn't say anything.

On the bus ride home I slept on his shoulder. He was playing a video game while I was sleeping. Whenever I woke up I asked random questions about it and he answered. He's a nice guy.

Description
Oops.

Fell asleep. During class too. Again. Teacher said something wrong again. I got irritated and was about to correct him when the attack hit.

"Pay attention! You'll never keep up your grades this way! You didn't hand in that paper either! Whats wrong with you? Get to work!"

I don't want to. I'm too tired. I hurt, I can't take the pain well when I'm awake. I have a 90 in this class anyways. Why bother doing my work? If all I have to look forward to in this future is pain, then why bother trying?

Fell asleep again. At least this time I was out of class. In the hall, actually. My legs felt like led and I flopped down. The edge of my books were digging into my face. I didn't mind all that much. My eyes fell closed.

"What? She seemed fine in class. A little spacey, but at least she seemed to be taking notes this time! Why is she so tired all the time? Someone check on her while I call the nurse. Walk around her. I know she's on the floor in the hall."

The nurse's face is in front of me. Asking when I last ate. I don't know. I don't know what I was doing ten minutes ago, how would I know when the last time I ate was? Why would I care really? I'm a good weight. I can handle not eating. Yes I know that you don't know why I'm doing so well in class. I don't care. Its easy. Can I go back to sleep now? Thanks.

Dammit! Not again. Well, at least I finished my test first. I even had time to hand it in. My teacher gave me one of his sad smiles again. He knows I'm one of his best students. Lazily coasting through classes. After his sad smile I fell again. This time I hit the edge of the desk. Something wet and warm slid on my eyes. Blood maybe? Ah well. The guy who sits in front of me picked me up. One of those nice kids, asks me questions about the work sometimes. Obviously works out, judging by how fast he ran me to the nurse. He seems pretty cool. Says his name. Says he's seen me like this before. Probably at the nurse with my luck.

I actually tried resiting this time. No luck.

It was after class again this time. Right before the buses leave. The guy was there. I actually fell on him. How embarrassing. He took me in his car with him. He later explained he didn't know what bus I was on. He said he was glad He found my cell phone. Called my mom and told her I had another attack. Asked if I could stay. She didn't care. As always.

When I was finally awake enough to talk, he spoke gently. Seemed scared of scaring me. Asked me when I wanted to go home. I shrugged, "Never," was my raspy response. He smiled back and said, "Maybe after dinner then?" I grinned a bit and he helped me up. Such a nice guy. We had some ramen, what he usually eats when his parents weren't home. Which he said slightly bitterly, was most of the time.

I'm getting slightly annoyed with these attacks. Not too much. I've learned too much anger seems to trigger them.

The school had a filed trip. It was okay I guess. Nice guy and I hung out. He asked me if I wanted to go on any rides with him. I shrugged, we went on a roller coaster. I freaked out and grabbed his hand. I kept squeezing tight, he squeezed back. When the ride was over he helped me out. And then I was out. Again. Like one of those lights mom is always to busy to change.

I woke in his arms. It was nice. Warm. we were in the food court. I was glad he didn't have to carry me far, I could still see the coaster from here. "You didn't have to carry me. You could have left me there and saved yourself some trouble." I say to him. Blinking in shock at the upset look on his face. "Never!" He exclaimed. He explained that he wouldn't mind carrying me. I was too light anyways. And he said that I was fine, that I was smart and a nice girl and he wouldn't ever mind helping me with my stupid attacks. I might have let a tear lose, and he might have seen, but he didn't say anything.

On the bus ride home I slept on his shoulder. He was playing a video game while I was sleeping. Whenever I woke up I asked random questions about it and he answered. He's a nice guy.