90 minutes

I've got 90 minutes to pull myself together. 90 minutes to pull me out of my head, find a neutral zone, put on a happy face and go to Annaleise's class party. I've already been to one party today. My ability to do this is maxed out.

My anxiety level is high. My heart's already pounding. I feel shaky. I'm sick to my stomach. And I still have 90 minutes to go. Why can't it be over already? It just needs to be over with.

90 minutes to find enough courage to get through this.