Anxiety- Narrative

I wake up, I notice the grey clouds in the air and the wet concrete as I look out my window. I start to make my way to the bathroom to get ready for school, dreading the day that I know will follow. I quickly get dressed and pack my bag, out the door I go. As I walk to school, I remember the math test I was supposed to study for. Between my French class, and English, I fell asleep before I could get it all done. I start getting worried. I could fail math. My parents will be furious. My college career could be ruined. I should have studied for that test. I can feel my anxiety slowly take over my body. I do not know what to do. I can barley think. My anxiety has no sound, but is slowly deafening.