Mickey’s 100 WC
My heart is pounding, my legs are trembling, I want to run away, but where could I go? “Nicki, you’re up next!” You are going to be fine I tell myself. I slowly walk up to front of the classroom. The title on the white board is Public Speaking, this makes me even more nervous. “You may start,” says Miss Wilson. “G-G-Good morn-n-ing class.” I can’t do it I am mumbling my words and I can’t concentrate. I start taking louder breaths and play with my fingers. They are all staring at me. The best I can do is try.