Anxiety. She sits in the back of room, she's an outcast. She's shaking her leg with despiration. Everyone looks at her funny "Whats wrong with that girl?" they mumble but she hears it ringing in her head. She's alone no one by her side; she sits impatiently biting her finger nails. Her hair is frizzy it seems like it's growing larger and larger. She's fidgeting. You can see her bulging eyes with her veins inlarged, and her face bright red. The touch of her skin is is cold with rough goosebumps, almost as if she's empty inside. As she sits she feels the walls closing in on her. She feels alone in a dark room; "Help!" "Help!" she screams, but no one can hear her. The oxygen has escaped her lungs, but she sits still no one knows what's on her mind...NO ONE.