Great Heights

Seventh period English was usually spent like that but, that day, my mind was too fried to think. I just put my head down on my desk and waited for the final bell to ring, my heart thudding in my ears, in tune with the clock ticking up on the wall. I felt unreasonably sick to my stomach with some twisted emotion that I couldn’t place. Behind me, the fire escape beckoned and I held my breath for the last twenty seconds of class. When the bell rang, my ears popped and class was dismissed, my classmates jostling each other as they flocked toward the hall.

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Original short story/one shot. Don't steal.
Title from the song Such Great Heights by The Postal Service.