I looked at my algebra test in front of me. I felt nothing; just warm. I picked up my pencil and placed the eraser against my lower lip. My lip suddenly began to tremble. Yikes. Panic surged throughout my entire body. I put down my pencil and flexed out my small fingers. They shook like crazy; what was going on? I picked up my paper and watched it quiver in my grasp. My blood sugar was undoubtedly low. But how; gym never made me low before! I looked around for my teacher. Where the fuck was he? I didn’t see him anywhere. I felt like crying. I had already passed out once this year; an instant reply was out of the question. Tears slid down my cheek. My cold metal bracelet felt so good against my inflamed cheek. My eyes closed against my will. My conscious screamed “No! Fight It!”
But it was too late.
Blackness overwhelmed me.
I was lost in my body..