So I didn't write anything because nothing had happened. Until Friday.
A bit of context: I'm scared of fire like petrified, and as an extension I'm sacred of fire alarms. I never told anything because that would show a vulnerability, adults would tell me to stop being silly, kid would make fun of me. Growing up I got used to the, the fire alarm would always accidently go off at Primary and when I got to high school It would go off ever other week. Don't get me wrong I still panicked slightly when I heard the bell, but i got used to it. you'd go outside and mess around, make jokes until you HoY Yelled for you to shut up. I panicked out but I was outside and safe. Some kid from my year would brag about pushing it and I'd know that it was fake. However some part inside me still questioned whether it was an actual fire. But I was safe.
Flash forward to Friday, someone was getting expelled so they decided to press the fire alarm, they'd told the teachers they were gonna do it so the teacher made us stay inside. The person kept pressing it. I was shaking, felt like crying; if I'd been by myself I would of, expect I can't cry in front of people. I'm glad, people are already making fun of me.
I was shaking, biting my lip; I asked my teacher if I could leave, I ended up spending most of the lessons in outside my HoY's office biting my thumb. Not like a baby would, scrapping my teeth against it.
I went back inside near the end and people were looking at me. I'd told the teacher that I was sacred of fire alarms and the kid next to me, at the back of the class was making fun of me. So now everyone knows, I'm not looking forward to school tomorrow.
