Sam was staring blankly at her notes. Her mouth was dry and her feet felt like jelly. The whole class was looking at her patiently waiting for her to speak. She opened her mouth. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. The words on her notes started to mix together into a unreadable mess. She could hear giggles coming from the back of the room. When she looked at the place where the noise was coming from the it stopped. She wanted to disappear. Be anywhere but here. She glanced at her history teacher Mr. Randy. He smiled and gave her a thumbs up, With one more deep breath she started reading. "The Boston Massacre was a confrontation on March 5, 1770, in which British soldiers shot and killed several people while being harassed by a mob in Boston. The event was heavily publicized by-" More giggles coming from the back. Had she messed up a word? Soon the whole class was laughing. Then she felt it. A small warm stream moving slowly down her legs. " Hey this isn't funny class stop laughing." Mr. Randy was sitting in his chair trying to get the class to be quiet. Sam stood speechless. She dropped her note cards. "I-" She tried to talk, explain, do anything. The words just wouldn't come out. She turned and ran into the closed door of the room. More laughing erupted from the class. Sam got up and ran out the door. Tears flowing out of her eyes. "Hey you can't run in the hall!" A teacher screamed as she sprinted past. "Please, take me somewhere far away from here." She thought. Wishes always come true.