Experiment #83

Part 7

A smile plastered on Yuki's face and she took my hand. Mom, dad, Yuki and I sit around our dining table with plates of our favorite foods for each people. Mine are bacons and an omelet.

After praying, we start to eat. My stomach feels weird by looking at the food. Somehow, I don't have the appetite to eat them. Seems... gross. I take the spoon and scoop a little part of the omelet. I hold my breath, why do I hold my breath? I munch the omelet slowly. Just right after the omelet touches my tongue, everything in my stomach went up. I hold my mouth and quickly run to the bathroom, leaving the others looking at me weirdly.

I throw up in the toilet. To be honest it tasted like something, like garbage. I flush the toilet. Then wash my face on the faucet. What was in that omelet?!

I go back to the dining room and call my mom, "Mom, did you put something on my omelet?"

"No sweetie, just a regular omelet." I take a deep breath and mutter 'okay' under my breath. Then I sit back at the chair where I was sitting.

"What was that all about?" Yuki ask me.

I look back at her, "I don't know, I just felt sick all of a sudden." Yuki blinks twice before putting her hand on my head, checking if I have fever. "No, you're fine." Yuki giggled, she is acting like a doctor.

"Okay doctor Yuki." I joke.

Everyone continues to eat. I just stare at my food, still disgusted. I poke the bacons with my fork. Then I look up to see everyone eating. Is it just me? Who has a feeling that this morning is weird?

I gulp. I stand up, "I'm not hungry anymore... I'm going back to my room." And quickly go to my room.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cold air from the conditioner as I step into the room. I can still feel the taste of the omelet that I ate. Ugh... what will I do to forget the taste? Hmm.. I think a potato chip will do. I grab a potato chip bag from my desk. Then I lie down on my bed and open the potato chip bag. Then again, I felt the same way like in the dining room. I felt sick looking at it.

Never mind... I think to myself as I put the bag of potato chips back to where it was. What's wrong with my sense of food today? I don't feel good around my usual favorite foods. I shrug off and decided to take a nap.

Each part for one page in my document file, how about that? Anyway, sorry for the typos, I haven't edited yet. Plus, I'm sorry if it sucks. Thanks, bai~