15. Facing the truth

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...Samaira POV....

"Good morning beautiful" Araa chirped happily she is awfully happy these days.

It's not like I mind seeing her happy but when you don't sleep just because you were sneezing the whole night isn't the best way of getting up.

*sneeze*

"What is so good about this morning." I said.

*sneeze*

"Bless you." She said while handling me a box of tissues.

"Don't dry your hair before sleeping." She said returning back to her elder sister mode.

"Some Sister you are.."

*sneeze*

"Girls I want you to take the breakfast for Sam's friends."

My mom said while entering our room.

"Yes mom." Ara replied.

*sneeze*

"Miss. Samaira Water's, did you by any chance get wet in the rain yesterday night?" My mom asked.

Okay so yes it's kinda fact that once I get wet in the rain I am surely getting cold.

*sneeze*

"I'll get you something and I will prefer you not going there."

"Naah, I am cool. *sneeze* I can."

"Yeah sure. But you aren't." Aara scolded while getting ready.

"I am." I said while picking myself up from the bed.

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Okay girls relax. We will check your temperature Sam and if it's normal then you can go and if not then no arguments. " My mom shouted.

"fine" I huffed.

After a while.

"102°" mom said after checking my temperature

"So that means you are not going Samaira." she continued

"Yeah fine." I replied. My mom is the most coolest person but once she says something you should know better than to deny it.

"Good Girl" Araa said while ruffling my hair and I just hit her hand.

She laughed and went out leaving me alone.

After sometime my mom came back with a soup I knew would help me but since I didn't want it I refused and went inside the comforter.

I heard my door opening again but I didn't bother to see who was it.

My comforter was pulled.

"Araa Fu*k You."

*sneeze*

"Shit, Zach? what you doing here." I said Getting up.

He made me sit down again and bought the soup in front of me.

"I am not having it."

*sneeze*

"Who said I am asking." and with that he stuffed my mouth with a spoonful of soup and I just raised my middle finger.

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