I ran as quickly as my legs would allow. I could run anywhere. I was running all over the place. I raced in whatever direction my thoughts and feet took me. I was running erratically as I passed by kids who were conversing and snapping their heels. I sped by everyone. I hurried past my pals, who tried to stop me by asking, "What happened?" and "Where have you been?" I sped past professors who were taken aback by my presence. It had become too much for me to bear. It was enough the first time. Being duped repeatedly is like being hit in the head, heart, and stomach around the same time. Before I strangled someone, I needed to get away from that smothering terror. Exaggeration, although it may have been genuine. It seemed as though everyone in the room was staring at me.
It seemed as though
