literalparadox13
Just because we live in the digital age doesn't mean we don't have problems, and fears, and families to look out for. Just because we live in the digital age doesn't mean we don't have a place in this world just like the rest of you.
She looked out at the audience and suddenly froze up, unable to continue speaking. The boys in the back of the school auditorium were holding up fingers, counting her "ums" and snickering to each other. "Oh my goodness why is this happening to me this should not be happening to me and why am I talking so fast and why do I keep stuttering and why am I sweating so much?" she thought.
As she opened the book the musty smell of stale ink and memories tickled her nose. She turned the thin pages with gentle fingers as her eyes devoured the rich literature. This was a classic, never to be tired of.
The teacher stood at the front of the class, his loud, deep voice soothing in a way but also unsettling. As he lectured on history, it became abundantly clear that he was a man of structure, of order-- a man who could be driven crazy by a student carelessly writing on the wrong line.
He approached the girl as slowly as he could, as one might approach an injured bird. He noticed the gash on her arm and sucked in a gasp-- he couldn't believe a person would harm such an innocent child. He wanted to cry, but instead he moved slowly but surely to gently take her hand in his.