Migraine Aura

School's never been my cup of tea. It was then legit that my first Migraine Aura had to be at a location I loathed. I was 13, dazed by the rumbling voice of Professor Vocat, my math/drawing teacher (I know, this dude obvioulsy had two distinctive passions) when the numbers on the blackboard transformed themselves into yellow beams... I felt high but yet wasn't. How could I? My fragile complexion refused to endure any toxic/chemical substance anyway. At the time, I tried to do drugs. I tried really hard... I remember hiding behind the school building trying to smoke in a femme fatale fashion like Sean Young in Blade Runner. But my lungs rejected any single puff not even taking into consideration that I was offering them mint malboro light... light to be gentle with them and mint just in case I'd have to kiss a boy passing by... Ungratful the body can be! The Buzz was still there... Visual distortions were sent to my cortex and I didn't know what to do with this prodrome... I thought I should warn my estranged schoolmates about this. Well behaved I was (simply because shy) therefore I had to raise my right arm and point my 13 yrs old index to the ceiling. That's when I realized my hand was numb.. Paralized of the right hand I now was... I was now bathing in a world made of bright colors, shadows and foggy entities... Professor Vocat was a spectre enunciating disapearing numbers.. My mates moving halo figures... The situation was now serious. Timid I was. However I gathered the little courage I had to express my distress. With all my strenght I raised my right arm now disconnected from its hand. To my stupor, inintelligible words came out of my mouth. I was now unable to emit any coherant sound.. I thought I was dying.