My eyes dart back and forth from the clock to the door. TIC, TOC it goes, silently watching me. Watching my anxiety and my distress. Where is she? Mom hurry up. If your getting me out of school early for an appointment that I don’t even want to go to then please hurry up! Arg! My anxiety starts to become Impatience and stress. Oh my gosh. Ugh! Mom, common. Where r u?