The School Nurse Said I Was “Faking It”—Then My Heart Stopped in the Hallway

seismograph during an earthquake—spikes, drops, jagged peaks like my heart was arguing with itself.

“That’s not normal,” Zara whispered.

“I know.”

Her expression hardened into the focus she got before destroying someone in debate club. “You’re going to the nurse.”

Part of me still wanted to believe this was nothing, that I was being stupid, that the watch continue reading …