"Nyssa Gilliland." He called my name and I slowly looked up from my doodling.
"Here." I whispered because I wasn't really sure.
That feeling inside of me, it was gnawing at my internals. That silent alarm in my head that was going off. You know the one that is saying. Everything is going to change. You aren't who you thought you were. Keep your eyes open. All of those feelings blurring around you at one time. You feel like you are going to explode but you are in the middle of Social Studies class and you can't just combust when there is learning to do.
Normal.
Take a deep breath and think. Normal.