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Psydereal, they want you in the counselor's office."
Holy shit. I go to the bathroom first, and stare at my pupils in the mirror. Not only are they the size of dinner plates, but they're asymetrical as well. I wasn't paranoid before, but now it must be obvious to anyone who looks at me that I'm tripping...
"So if you want to go to college here, you can find a French class at a local university..."
She's been looking straight into my eyes the entire time. How come she hasn't said anything? She has to know! My pupils are eating my face! I must not giggle, I must not giggle...
God, that was the longest, scariest time ever spent in the high school counselor's office.