It felt even more excruciating today. Sitting in a long history lecture, a dull pain bore into the back of my right thigh. It wasn’t the feeling of soreness in my hamstring or a burning sensation. The pain was like the type of pain when you sit in the car for too long and have little to no space to stretch out your legs. Except I wasn’t in a car, and I had all the room to stretch my legs. I groaned as I slipped further into my seat, almost laying down in it, as my history teacher rambled on in a monotone voice. This was during the first year of middle school, so unlike elementary school, the classes were split into subjects like math, history, science, and English...