I woke the following day to my mom knocking on my door.
"Are you feeling any better today, bubbe?"
"No, Ma," I faked some coughs; it hurt.
"Okay, I'll take you to the doctor later." She still sounded worried. It made me feel bad.
"Okay."
"Get some rest." She said softly.
I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but I felt jittery and gross.. like I wanted to vomit. I'm not sure how long my mom will let me stay home..honestly, this was more than I thought I'd get...
The doctor asked what was wrong. I told him I felt super exhausted and my head hurt. I felt nauseous... He said I didn't have a temperature or other symptoms, so he sent me home.
I lay in my bed all day, staring at my wall. My heart felt heavy, and I was dizzy. I knew my mom wouldn't let me pretend to be sick much longer.
Ma returned with dinner later, and I pretended to be sleeping, so she just set the tray on my desk.
I tossed and turned the entire night, and in the morning, when my mom came to wake me up, I was already up. My mom took one look at me before sighing.
"Go back to bed, bubbe; you look exhausted. You ARE going to have to go to school tomorrow, though." She bargained.
I didn't put up a fight, though; I just closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take me. I picked up my phone and plugged it in before rolling back over to look at my wall.
I felt like I was dying, but I didn't even know why. It wasn't like anyone had called me anything, let alone SAID anything about what happened.
My stomach was churning with the idea of seeing Cartman tomorrow. Whatever; it didn't matter. I'm not going to give the fatass the satisfaction of seeing me upset. I didn't want him to see me AT ALL.
I looked at my phone. Stan had replied
*I didn't tell him.*
I just replied with
*Whatever.*
I didn't want to argue or talk to anyone. I let myself fall asleep. I was woken up by my mom knocking, telling me I needed to get ready for school. I knew she'd kill me if I didn't go, but I felt so tired and numb.
I got ready as slowly as possible. My mom started yelling at me to hurry up, ensuring I didn't miss the bus. I was always the second to arrive at the bus stop. Cartman was always getting there first. So if I got there last, there was no way anyone could talk to me.
