Chapter 2, official start of phobia

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I woke up the next day. I was fine. But this funny word, vomit, is still scaring me when I think about it.
I don't know why or how, but this word is really annoying me. I don't know why I'm so scared of it.
Oh no. I feel it kicking in. The second day in a row, I have to ask just in case.
"Mum, what happens if I vomit?" I ask.
"Oh maddy 😂" she says, laughing at the same time.
"You won't mads! Do you feel sick?"
Do I? I don't know, what happens if I did and I didn't realise it?
"I don't know.." I say.
"You'll be fine, mads!" Says mum. "Now go and watch tv, I think your favourite shows on!"
"Okay!" I say, skipping off to the lounge room, hoping I'll forget about the word vomit.

Hoping.

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