Emma looked as though she could be sick. School was starting today. She had just gotten out of summer break. She had hated her high school since the ninth grade. The reason she hated it so much was because she could never find the right friends. She had none that would stay loyal to her. She had one last year named Samantha, but Samantha had moved to Tennessee over the summer.
"Ugh," she moaned as she walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. She saw nothing in the fridge so she moved to the pantry. She ended up just grabbing a pop-tart. She dreaded going to school.
As much as she didn't want to, she started the short walk to the high school. On the way there she accidentally bumped into a mailbox. "Ouch!" She shouted. It had never hurt her that bad before. She had just barely bumped into it.
When she had gotten to school, she looked at the spot where she bumped into the mailbox. It had formed a big black and blue bruise. She had also felt very nauseous. Why had she felt this way? "Maybe I just need to go to the doctor ," she said self consciously.
As the school hours passed, she had started to feel a lot worse. "Okay, when I get home I'm definitely going to the doctor," she said to herself as she walked into her last class, math.
