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Impromptu Acting Sessions Pt. 1I can't stand the feeling of being watched. It's unnerving. It feels like a drop of sweat sliding down your back, right along your spine, but you can't reach back and wipe it away. It's the stickiness of wearing all black with your hair down on a 100 degree day, never resting from the sun.
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That's how I'm feeling now.
I spin around on my heels, eyes sharpened like daggers. They scan the bustling crowd for anyone who may meet my gaze. People rush to class, shoving up against each other to avoid barely brushing up against me. I smirk, the tormenting feeling of being watched gone. But it creeps back up slowly and I shudder, glancing down at my pear phone to try and coax myself from concentrating on it.
But it's still there, causing me to feel somewhere between a tickle, a burn, and numb. I clench my jaw, my eyes flickering to look around without letting my head move. The feeling heightens and I growl before slamming my locker and shoving my phone in my pocket.
"What?" I yell. People pause