Not again, no, not again. I will stand this time. I will. This time I will. I will, ay, the lights are too bright. So many people, my throat is dry. Dry, dry, dry, dry brain, blank brain, dry brain is hard. Brain, brain, brain, brain, eyes, eyeing, eyes. “Uh...” uh? Uh...... um! “Umm...” hello, hello, hello, hello, “hello everyone.” Who are you? “My name is...” dry, dry, dry, throat dry, water, stage? Click clack clop. Teacher? Water? Tick, tick, tick, press the bottle, press, press, press... tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. AAAAAAAAH! “Ah...”
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“My name is Charoletta... no! Ophelia! Sorry.” Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, what sorry? Womp womp game over. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. So much laugh. ha ha ha ha ha ha HA HA HA Ha...... “light is very bright” yes, light is. ha ha ha ha...... ha? ha-wow light is black ~DOOM~
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Kiiiiii........ “I’m invincible, I’m a Porsche with no brakes, I’m so powerful.” Ugh, TikTok. Hair. Hair smells good. Hair is good. Hair protects head. Mother? Mother, mommy, mom, ma, mm..... “mother” “hmm?” “Hmm.” “Hmm. You okay?” “Hmm.” Brain. Your brain looks like a half of a giant walnut. It is pinkish grey in color. It grows to its full size at the age of six.
Wait.
There's a hand on my shoulder? Hand feels safe. The teacher's hand is on my shoulder. Okay. I can do this. Calm.
"Hello everyone, My name is Ophelia,"
Take a deep breath. Okay.
Time to clear my throat.
'Ahem ahem,'
Wait. Did the mike hear that? No. No, no, no!
Okay, wait. Breathe. Breathe.
"Um, so..." So what? Where's my script?
Ah, in my hand. Look at it.
The light is too bright.
Okay, squint at it.
Okay! I can see it!
"So, today I will talk about g- global warming,"
My tongue keeps speaking, but my mind is elsewhere. What will everyone think?
What if they expell me because of this horrible speech?
"Th- th- thank you,"
My sigh at the end is a bit too loud.
It's time to leave the stage.
Finally, I'm not the centre of attention anymore. Where am I?
Floor? Okay. That's good.
My voice? Broken. My words? Broken. Me? Not broken.
I am not broken. I am safe.
There is still tomorrow. There is still next week.
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