She could smell Amsterdam &Nick

  The teacher grabbed the essay, a bit angered. That caused another wave of anxiety wash over her. He wrote something on it but Joli couldn't see what. He folded her essay into a paper frog. Joli didn't think much of it, as she was to busy controlling her shaking body and afwul thoughts.
  'Now tell me what's wrong, cause otherwise you won't get to see your essay,' the teacher said while folding his arms.
  Fuck.
  Joli hesitated. Did he knew about her panick attacks? This was more of an anxiety attack but it was close to panick. She couldn't remember telling him anything about it and she didn't got the idea that he knew what was going on.
  It could be good to tell him... Or not...
  She realized she kept him waiting. What did she have to do? Finally she took a deep breath, knowing she must tell him. He won't let her alone.
  'I-uh... Just some... anxiety attacks, you know,' she laughed it off.
  Gosh, this is awkward.
  The girl didn't want to begin about her panick attacks. Anxiety was enough, for now. For him.
  'Can I, uh, see my essay now, sir?' she asked, changing the subject.

  Mister de Jong didn't move to give her the essay. He frowned and Joli prayed that he just give her the damn essay and leave her alone.
  'Listen Joli, I know how much anxiety sucks,' - You sure? - 'and I don't tell you to listen to the advice of a dumb fuck who can't live without certain things, but you got to get help for it, go to a doctor, take pills, or talk to someone,' he said, his voice somewhat nicer.
  Joli knew he meaned it well, at least, she hoped that he didn't told her this 'cause he wants to be a nice teacher. But the advice was good, she must admit. Maybe she should seek for help. But she didn't want to come over as a weak person. She must be strong. For herself, for the people around her, and her mutation, the animals.
  'Sir,' she said with a stern voice, 'I know exactly what I need, okay? Don't tell me what to do.' Her weak self made place for her tough self, not wanting that anyone could see her stupid side.
  'May I see the goddamn essay now, sir? Please.'

  He just laughed and grabbed another essay. He folded it into an airplane and threw it to her. Joli catched it but never opened it. It wasn't hers.
  'Here, an essay now happy,' he smirked. 'But seriously what kind of fun are you trying to hide? Your acting all tough and grown up and shit while you aren't even an adult yet!
  Fun? Fun?!
  'Just be who you really are mijn god, cause you aren't this tough, you are just a student, who is allowed to have fun, and be stupid. You would be a lot happier as you stopped trying to hide from others, others who want to help you out of the hell called anxiety and school. Seriously, you aren't getting out of this classroom until you learn what real fun is, and not that fake ass fun that you fake to have alright, so change your fucking attidute and sit down, mrs Favre.'
  She listened to him with growing anger. How could he say that? How did he even manage that out of his fucking mouth?! Joli opened her mouth to say something but there wasn't anything coming out of it, she was just so goddamn angry right now.
  'Have you, ány ideas... How anxiety works?' she said. Her voice was trembling from anger. 'Do you think... That I can have fun, while I am having a fucking panick attack?' she just got angrier and angrier.
  Does he even has brains in that fucked up mind of his?
  'Do you fucking think I am faking this, sir?!' She didn't let him speak. 'Well than you can wash your eyes or something or you can buy glasses, I don't fucking care, because what you think to see is horribly wrong!' The girl stood up, nearly screaming. Oh, she was mad, beyond mad.
  'And about that I am not leaving this classroom until I learn what real fun is? Ha, you mewling quim! I can leave whenever the fuck I want! I can have every attidute what I want! You, mister de Jong, are not gonna tell me what the fuck I am doing, is that fucking clear?!'
  She was fucking angry. She was panting heavily from the adrenaline. She looked at him, anger in her eyes.
  'How could you fucking say that?' she asked, calmer now. With that, she turned around and walked out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher behind her.
  She was so fucking done with him.