The university cafeteria was loud. It was always loud at lunch, but today the noise felt like physical blows against my head. Trays hit the hard plastic tables with loud smacks. Chairs scraped against the dirty floor. Hundreds of voices mixed together into a giant, ugly roar. The smell of greasy fries, old ketchup, and cheap floor cleaner filled the air. Usually, I didn't mind the mess. Usually, this was just a normal Monday. But today, I felt like I was suffocating.I sat at my usual table in the far corner. I stared down at my food. I had a sandwich and an apple on my tray, but I could not eat. My stomach was tied in tight, painful knots. I felt sick. If I tried to swallow even a bite of bread, I knew I would throw up. My hands rested on my lap under the table. They were shaking. I pressed them hard against my legs to make them stop, but the shaking moved up to my arms. My chest felt tight. I took a slow, deep breath through my nose. I told myself to stay calm. I told myself not to
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