Nick
School corridors have always been a minefield for me. Narcolepsy has turned my life into a lottery: you never know where the lights will turn off. But the real curse was Nick. He was amused that I was "special" and never missed a chance to poke my nose at my weakness. In the dining room, as I waited for the long-awaited soup to cool, Nick appeared out of nowhere. His voice oozed venom: - Hey, weakling! Aren't you afraid of falling asleep right on your plate? If you drown in the broth, it will be a laugh. I looked up at him with a hard look. There was no strength for fear, only for a retaliatory attack: "Your self-esteem will fall before me," I snapped, picking up the tray. I wanted to leave gracefully, but my body decided otherwise. The world swam, there was a noise in my ears, and my eyelids filled with lead. The loud sound of breaking glass and the crash of a tray was the last thing I remembered before darkness engulfed the dining room. When consciousness began to return, I felt not the cold floor, but someone’s back and a measured step. Nick carried me on top of him, wheezing irritably. A chill ran through my body and up to my ears
About Nick
School corridors have always been a minefield for me. Narcolepsy has turned my life into a lottery: you never know where the lights will turn off. But the real curse was Nick. He was amused that I was "special" and never missed a chance to poke my nose at my weakness. In the dining room, as I waited for the long-awaited soup to cool, Nick appear...Read more