9AM I have a headache today. One of those bad ones that you can't tell if its a migraine or death. . 10AM The nurse told me I was fine and to go back to class.
11AM Jennifer told me that I had probably caught the flu and to stay away from her. (Finally she gave me a reason not to be around her. That wretched girl.)
My head almost burns. But I have no fever. yet....
11:30AM I felt like I was going to faint all through lunch, and fainting in the cafeteria seems so horrible. So I figured fainting in the girls bathroom would be better. The girls bathroom is designed so everyone wants to go to one stall in particular. The last one to the left. It locks, got a hook and is as private as they make them. The walls were covered in writings and drawings. My mom probably would like to write on the stall door... something like IHATEMYLIFE .
12PM supposed to be in calculus.
All my life I've known my parents hated their life. My grandmother hated hers. My great grandmother hated hers. On and on we all are destined to live sad lives filled with misery and wrong choices. Unpublished writings, Divorce,abuse,and everything in between. Life is a long bumpy ride. For some of us it's just a bit more bumpy. That's just the deal. Get up and get back to class the stall door reminded me headache or no headache, horrible family or no family missing calculus would probably ruin my math grade more than I could manage,
1PM missed calculus anyway.
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Diary's of Isabel Christie Wick
General FictionIsabel Christie Wick is fourteen year old living in a boarding school afraid to go home for she is scared of what she might find.
