It was another "normal" day in grade six. My head pounding feeling like I was getting stabbed and shot in the back of my neck. My teacher came over to me and talked to me. I could barely understand or see her. All I could make out was a blue and black giant blur. When she tried to talk to me I looked at her with confusion so she got my best friend Leah to help me up. I guess I was walking down to the office to sleep. Or for my mom to pick me up. Either way would not make my head any better and I would still get more attention then normal.
I hated getting attention. Whenever I did it felt like everyone is judging me. I mean, some attention is good but not a lot. I just wish my mom would hurry up so I could get away from this learning place I'm suppose to call school.
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Do I Tell Them I Have Cancer
Teen FictionSammie had major headaches when she was in grade six. They where so bad she could barely talk sometimes. So one day her mom took her to the hospital. And she's lucky she did. She got a KAT scan and it revealed that she had a tumour! She was shocked...
