Fainting Goat

I think bias is ingrained in humans. No one can escape it. Personally, I have to deal with bias all the time. Between being disabled, being goth, and being queer, a lot of people make assumptions about me.

I was in health class, and we were doing a group activity. In my group, there was a girl who had been teasing me the day before. I was weary of her, but decided to give her a second chance. I almost wish I hadn't.

I am possessed.

Pins and needles. Dull pain. Faint tingling sensations.

My body is not my own. It does not do what I want.

My hands are clawed, and I cannot move them.

My toes are curled, and they won't unbend.

Voices echo around me. 

They sound like my friends, but they say things my friends never have.

They tell me things my friends would never say...or would they?

Here’s a word of advice to anyone reading this story: If a talking panda offers you a wish, say no! Seriously, if you thought genies were bad, they’ve got nothing on pandas.

Henry closed his eyes and burrowed beneath the blankets, thinking through the events of the day.