Saturdays

When all eyes are staring at you, it's quite intimidating. The seconds grow longer and time becomes a void itself. I feel a stubborn fear lodged inside of my throat, allowing me to only produce inarticulate murmurs. I dare not lift my eyes from the papers in front of me. When the teacher calls my name, the room seems to hold its breath, sighing in silence when my impotence is once again shown. The judgement seeps from the steel-plated hearts of my classmates, and I swear I can feel it crawling over me, gnawing on the outside, trying to get skin-deep. I want to run. I want to get out of here. I want to run and never come back. I want to run and never come back and let them all watch me fly away. But even so, the little voice of perseverance leads me back to this pandemonium every week. 
-Garlic