Seven

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As I layed in bed, I stared at the ceiling. I kept thinking how messed up people are. Then my mind wandered as I started to think: What if I was never born, or died right here? I probably shouldn't be thinking this. I sigh and sit up. I look at my clock and see that it's gotten to be around 9:43, and I'm pretty exhausted. I put my pajama pants on and slip into bed. I turn off my lamp and Tv and start to drift off to sleep.

Theres this thing.. that is so warm and kind.. that not everyone gets it. It's a certain thing that isn't actually visible, but it is one of the best feelings in the world. If it was a real thing, people would keep it locked up away because it would be so valuable.

I wake up the next morning at 6:30 to get to school on time. I put on jeans and a pink floyd shirt and walk over to my bathroom. I brush my hair and teeth then put some llotion on my face and head downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to seemy mom making eggs and bacon. "Good morning." I say to Addison and my Mom. "Hi Nadia!" Addison says. "Good Morning, sweetie." my mother says. I sit at the table and start to eat the food that was put at my place. After I'm done I wave goodbye to my mother and sister. Addison goes to a different building because she's only in 3rd grade. I grab my backpack and head out the door. It's suprisingly warm out as I walk down the sidewalk.

I approach the building and walk in. I get a blast of body odor air and it's so powerful it moves my hair like a breeze would. I skip going to my locker because I have a small enough backpack that my school allows me to take it to classrooms. So I just walk to my first block class.

I sit down, and I pull out my sketchbook. I get a pencil out of my backpack and start to draw a character. I like to make up OC's for other people to use. I started to draw out the hair and pointed nose.

After the main sketch, I draw over it in pen. Like always.

Always the same.

Nothing Different.

Nothing is ever different.

I started to feel dizzy and I asked my teacher if i could go to the nurse. She wrote me a note and I walked down the hall to the nurses office, and I opened the heavy door and sat down in a chair. She came out of her office and asked me what was wrong. "I feel like i'm going to be sick, and I keep feeling like I'm spinning when I'm sitting down."."Oh. Step in here please." She said. I got up and walked into her office, and sat down in one of the chairs beside her desk. "Have any recent head injuries?" She asked as she took my temperaturewith a weird thermomenter thing. It looked like she shined a light on your forhead and it automaticaly gave a temperature. "You have a smal fever, I'm going to call your mom because school policy says you can't be here with any fever." I nod and go back to my classroom to get my backpack. "Wait in the office for your mom." My teacher says as I walk out of the classroom with my things. I walk the short distance to the office and sit down. About fifteen minutes later my mom pulls up and walks into the secretary office to sign me out. After she does, she approaches me.

"Honey, what happened?" She asks, a worried look on her face as we walk out to the car. "I was just drawing then I felt dizzy and sick. Then I went to the nurse and she told me she would call you because I had a fever and should probably go home." I say, buckling my seat belt. "Oh. Well, at least we know whats wrong with you." She says, slightly smiling as she pulls out of the school parking lot. She drops me off at my house when we get there, it was a silent ride home. "Is it okay that you're going to be home alone for a few hours untill I get off work?" She asks, giving me a hug. "Yeah, it's fine, And I know. Don't let in strangers, there's leftover in the fridge.. don't turn on the stove and forget about it.." She nods and walks off, giving me one last hug before she leaves.

I walk upstairs and flop down on my bed, almost falling asleep as soon as I came into contact with the bed.

I noticed that people have stopped reading? I know I'm boring, but it's going to get better, I promise! I'm thinking of only having 20 parts then puplishing it ifI can cram everything in there. What do you guys think? Talk to ya later!

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