Happenings of the Dramatic Sort
Katelyn
I sat next to him, the teacher’s voice droning in the background. Suddenly, I felt the strong urge to just reach out and put my arm around him. I remembered something I had once read in a book, similar to this, but not quite the same, and pushed it back. I sat very still, my hands clenching until my fingernails left marks on my palms. Why? What brought this feeling about? I was not quite sure. I was stunned. Was I simply creating this in my head? This continued for a few minutes, long and short at the same time, until I heard the words the teacher was saying. I tried to pay attention, and did pretty well, seeing as I was preoccupied with questioning myself and resisting this compulsion which I did not understand.
This happened several more times that week. I vaguely remembered it occurring a while before, but never this strongly. The week, as the minutes had, seemed to stretch on and fly by simultaneously. I just couldn’t find a reason for it. I had an idea or two, but I wasn’t sure. It could have just been my mind playing tricks on me-horribly dangerous tricks-, or something more than that. I don’t know if anyone else noticed. I don’t think they did, otherwise they would have said something. Whether or not they had, no one questioned me, and, in turn, I told no one. Why bother them with the concerns of one such as myself?
