It was just like any other night. I had just logged off of Facebook and was laying in bed, staring at my ceiling. And like every other night, I couldn't just sleep on command. I was wide awake, thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow. Probably ride my bike or watch a movie with my girlfriend, you know, regular teenage stuff. Little did I know, my whole perspective on life would change that night.
As my thoughts were fading and fading away and I was slowly drifting into a subconscious dream, a sudden rush of what felt like a swarm of ants came crawling from my toes, up my spine, and to my face. I've never had a swarm of ants crawling on my skin, but I was pretty sure it would of felt like that. I started breathing hard, my limbs went numb, and my vision blurred. I was hyperventilating (a.k.a. having a panic attack). I had one last summer; the first day of summer school, I was rushed to the hospital. The only thing I had on my mind aside from the fear of passing out was the question: What are you going to do about high school?
