Coping with the Fear – Wynter Rockbell (Age 10 – 5th Grade.)

'A phobia… Maybe the doctor was lying. I mean, his looks pretty much scream out 'Liar'.' These thoughts corrupted her mind as she expressed her annoyance with her eyes closed. 'It's impossible!' At this thought she opened her eyes at the clamoring students around her. She couldn't help but irk as a guy nearly brushed her skin as he went by. 'That guy's a weirdo." She confirmed as she stepped into the classroom.

It was rather untidy; paper balls were thrown everywhere as the teacher left the room momentarily. Why did everyone have to be such messy people? 'Hmph!' She sat at her desk when her friend Kimberly appeared.

"Guess what?"

"Adam ate glue again?" Wynter took a wild guess with somewhat curiosity.

"No, that's gross! But, anyway, I think Travis Delores likes you!" Her friend had a goofy smile on, her eyebrows were raised suggestively, and this made Wynter giggle.

"That's just about as gross as Adam eating glue!" The blonde dropped her folders on the desk platform, "Besides, how could he like someone like me? He should be off with Felicity the Witch." Wynter pointed out in hopes that her friend will drop it. "Even if no one deserves to feel her wrath!"

"But! You don't think he's cute? He has to be the cutest one in the class!" Kimberly said this with indignation. "Oh, well. Why are you always a… I don't know, an anti-boy freak?"

"Anti-boy freak?" Wynter repeated with disbelief. "Since when was I that?"

"Felicity told everyone about your being afraid of boys, is it true?"

"No, it's not!" She said this defiantly, "How can you even think that?"

"Well… You haven't been into boys … and everyone seems to think that you might be an anti-boy… girl."

Wynter's face flustered with both embarrassment and anger. "I'm not an anti-boy freak! And I'll prove it to you!" Truth was, she wasn't sure how. Biting her lip with anxiousness, she looked about the room for a guy to use to prove a point. Spotting James Elric (Alphonse's son.) she shyly went up to him. Her face was red as her mind tried to persuade her to give it up.

The boy was the nicest looking one as far as she could see, so she chose him out of the lot. "James!" She called out before she reached within three feet from him. Watching him turn and look at her she gulped as her nerves were wreaking havoc. Clutching unto her other hand, she let her amber eyes drop to the slick boarded floor. "You know that assignment that Mrs. Grey gave to us yesterday?"

"Yeah. Are you having trouble with it? Maybe I can help?" James insisted, which didn't help Wynter's case. Of course everything seemed to smoothen out, but she gave him a look of defiance.

"No! I don't need your help! I can do it perfectly fine on my own!" At this she turned around and stomped over to her friend Kimberly. "He thinks I can't do it!" The little girl growled under her breath. She was clearly overreacting. It was bad enough that she had a phobia of touching, as Jamesentown would put it. "The nerve!"

"Um, Wynter, he just asked you for help. He wasn't say that you couldn't do it. He was just being nice enough to 'help' you! Meaning you wouldn't of had to do it all by yourself!" Kimberly pointed out slowly as if Wynter would have trouble comprehending it.

Wynter blinked at her friend before a sweatdrop slide down her cranium. The look on her face expressed that she was about to cry. Slamming her head into her folded arms, "I'm such an idiot!" She yelled, catching all the other students' attention.

(I tried to get this done as soon as possible, so sorry if it looks rushed! Review and you guys will get an excellent next chapter! )