The throbbing pain inside my inflamed throat was excruciating.
The congestion of my nasal passages made it nearly impossible for me to breathe.
My head, which was as heavy as a concrete slab of stone, pulsed painfully with every step I took.
“Anna. If you can’t handle it, just go see a doctor.”
As I lay down on the bare hospital bed, the cold needle penetrated my blood vessel, and I could feel the rush of cool fluid flowing throughout my entire body. Slowly but surely, each drip was invigorating. My tense muscles relaxed, and feeling less pain, I scrolled down the glamorous photos of anonymous social media users.
As I was daydreaming about sunny beaches and carefree weekends, the commotion of my phone’s high-pitched ringtones interrupted my thoughts. Not wanting to be interrupted, I quickly silenced it. Shrieking ringtones again. Silence. Ringtones. Silence.
“What in the world is going on?”
Angrily, I swiped the screen to the right and slapped my phone onto my cheek.
“Anna. I know you can’t handle this. But, great-grandmother didn’t make it.”
The coolness in my veins turned hot, the throbbing pulse returned, and my vision blurred.
Anna is a student in South Korea. She goes to an international school and loves spending time with her friends and family, reading books, and coming up with new ideas. Although Anna is still young, she is trying to improve her writing skills by experimenting with different writing styles.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 