FightingPhlegm

Behind the track bathroom - 6 Tracy On the perfect plane of the school track, my feet find each other to stumble over. I spin around to see if anyone saw and, still, no one is in sight. I face the bathroom again, a squat stucco rectangle out by itself in the field behind the track. This has to be a prank, but if anyone's there, they're not showing.  I pressed my hand against my pocket, feeling the note crinkle. My arms grasp each other again. Ice spreads through my chest and limbs as I take another step. This is all because of first period. It began in the usual way. The door handle clacked, breaking the warm sleepy quiet of the classroo