Stammering resistance
"It was Stanney", said Marie and her friends pointing towards me as a bunch of furious boys surrounded them. I froze in fear as the angry mob of my school seniors looked at me. I could feel the time slowing down and an instant increase in my Cortisol levels. These students are trying to take revenge for something which happened earlier in the day. My mind just retraced the horrible events which occurred earlier in the day. Our school days were divided into seven sessions of 40 minutes each. The third session of that day was physical education. The students had to go to the playground and actively participate in a sport of their choice. In our class, boys generally played soccer. Midway through the game, I fell and hurt myself. So, I decided to get back to the class. A group of girls also decided to get back. As I turned towards the corridor leading to my classroom, I saw one of our seniors coming out of our room. I don't think he noticed the girls or me as he turned and ...