A Sample of My Style

Hi guys!! I wanted to share a piece of writing that I have been working on...

Prick. I pull my gaze from my teacher, glancing quickly at my feet. Nothing. Prick. I quiver. Looking back down, my mouth drops as I spy hundreds of fiery, red ants swarming my feet. I swivel my head to the door, desperate to see their entrance route. Where did they come from? My rapidly shifting eyes tear from the door to the ripped, muddy Vans molding my feet. The purple splotches on my ankles now dotted with bright, red pinch marks. Toes buzzing with tingles, but I can’t find the ants I thought I saw just seconds before. Vigorously, I kick my right sole against the musty classroom carpet floor. I stomp, like a little kid playing in a rain puddle, but it isn’t working. Now, the pricks and stings shoot up and down my leg. The invisible ants are warning me of their power. I rest my foot on the ground, but it’s too late. A room full of lasering eyes at me. I feel my face flush. Dangling my head back toward my workbook, I catch site of my teacher, her worried and perplexed gaze at me makes my stomach churn. I shouldn’t be here; something is wrong.