Bad treatments

I walked through the halls of the school with a feeling of discomfort that blocked my throat. The feeling was strong and heavy, I was afraid and shivers ran through my body. A more intense cold than normal had frozen all the cells of my body while the school had the boiler room which worked rather very well. I pulled my coat back over my shoulders as I looked around. I felt like I was being watched and then I felt very paranoid. Why would people even care about my poor existence? I'm not that important, I certainly shouldn't think so highly of myself. I put my hand on my forehead as small droplets of sweat settled there. I sighed before finally arriving in front of my classroom. I was sick of that suffocating feeling in the hallway.

I opened the door as the ruckus I heard outside had died down. Slowly I walked towards my place keeping my face down, I didn't feel able to face the looks I knew were on me without even understanding why I would receive so much attention. I swal