Tuesday wasn't that bad. neither was Wednesday but when Friday rocked up at Kath's doorstep everything went to actual shit. The horrible anxiety and crippling loneliness kicked in to give Kath a big ol' party while tests happened. It was like a perfect thing to start a Friday.

The wall to her left and someone else sat at a desk to her right was all she could see to her sides, infront of her was an eraser, sharpener and pencil waiting to be used for a random math test. Silence had engulfed the room like the blob that ate everything and the white noise of the clock ticking away just added to the fear of what was to come. Kath wasn't a math person but when she needed it she could get it done, this wasn't that day. When she recieved the page and the time started to work her hands shook like a leaf in a tornado.

Question 1: 45 × 8

Question 2: 8% of $20.57

Question 3: Y ÷ 9 × X = 23

and so on.

The questions made no sense to her and they all seemed to jumble themselves up and dance around the page like a waltz. Her mind was wandering around like a puppy in a dog park. She adjusted her glasses and attempted the questions she could easily answer, it wasn't like her to just not try. It must be this school. The school was poisoning her focus! Wait maybe its just the thoughts running through her head telling her she wasn't going to get anything right and that she'll be held back for another year of this misery. Well at least she's attempting it unlike other people here, they're just sitting around doing nothing! Kath remained semi focused on her math but eventually gave up and into her temptations to draw on the page, she just needed an escape from everything. It sucks that the class policy is no headphones or phones in class, otherwise Kath would be breezing through the whole test! Unfortunately thats not the case.

By the time she was done the lunch bell went, kids all got up and placed their tests on the teachers desk. Kath stood up and shuffled over to the teachers desk and placed her test down carefully. She just wanted to go and forget this school, she wished school never changed. All her teachers, all her friends, all her grades. Gone. Gone. GONE! Its all gone and there's nothing she can do about it! gone fucking gone! Gone gone gone gone gone gone GONE!!!

When Kath came to her senses her hand stung like she punched a knife. There was a crack in the mirror infront of her, when did she get into the bathroom? Shards of glass had pieced her skin thankfully missing any knuckles. she pulled her bleeding hand out of the caved in glass and winced, it hurt. Her hand dripped blood over the sink and counter. The shards of broken reflections stared up at her with unimpressed looks with judgement in their eyes, if looks could kill Kath would be dead on the floor. Her heart raced faster and she could feel her fist scrunch up again and pull back ready to strike the still standing mirror. The shattering and crunching sounds of glass under her bleeding fist didn't bring any pleasure, only pain. Blood stained the crumpled dust of what used to be a mirror, a hole had formed which had caused the blank wall to become a crimson red in a single sploch of bodily fluids. Kath stopped with shaking features and limbs, the pure rush of the whole thing was bubbling up her throat and she vomited into the sink. It burned her throat and mouth but it didn't stop coming. It eventually stopped after three excruciating chucks. She coughed after having a little vomit fit, I guess being hungry doesn't help with that either.