"Hey guys what's up, it's your girl, Bronwyn Gomez- Jonas coming back at you with another YouTube video.
So if you've seen the tabloids, then you know exactly who my parents are, and you know exactly who I am, but if you haven't and you don't... al...
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My stomach churned, tossed, and tightened. I unconsciously flip onto my back, hoping that the cool air around the room would bring me some sort of comfort. This was not the case.
My body was encased in a sheen of sweat, despite the air blasting at its normal high pace. My mouth waters, and not in the way it does when I smell something good. Nope not the good way at all. I'm gonna be sick.
My eyes open in panic when the first wave of gagging begins. My hand immediately makes its way up to my mouth to prevent the inevitable. I sat up, hurriedly scooting from under the covers, praying the consequences of my own actions weren't about to pay me a visit until I made it in the proper place.
I crossed the en suite in record time, having a split second to lift up the toilet seat as my body flung itself to the bowl, where I violently vomited everything from my stomach. I gripped the rim of the toilet seat as my stomach contracted and forcefully pushed the acidic liquid out of me.
The expulsion of my stomachs contents didn't let up for quite sometime, as the tears began propelling down my face.
If there was anything I hated more than Michaela Crawford, it'd be vomiting.
My hair had magically been pulled into a low ponytail down my back, and a hand began to rub small circles on my back.
I probably sounded like a child with the way I was whimpering now but I didn't care.
Priyanka's soft voice filled the air, as my head hung low above the toilet bowl. "Shh Shh Shh. It's okay, little dove."
The nickname miraculously made me feel a little better. This was her nickname for me and I loved it.
A few more moments later and I had yet to vomit again, so I lazily lifted my hand to flush the toilet before using the strength I had to push myself off of the floor.
"Slowly. That's it." With the help of pri I was able to put the top down on the toilet and sit on it to get my life together for a moment.
"Brush your teeth and take a quick shower and come down when you're done. Don't take too long, your father isn't in a very patient mood." Pri kissed my head before leaving my bathroom, closing the door on her way out. I stood up, holding my head in my hand and walking towards the mirror.
I look like I've been hit by a bus. I had brown paper bags under my eyes which were now puffy from barfing, I had mascara flakes around my eyes, my hair was frizzy and disheveled,!and I was still covered in sweat.
I started the shower on cold to wake me up, and then undressed myself. I grabbed my period product bag from underneath the sink and grabbed the headache relief from it. I drank water from the sink to get the pills down after I vigorously brushed my teeth.
I finally got in the shower, my upper body scrunching at the cold before finally relaxing into it.
During my 20 minute shower, I washed my hair and body thoroughly, enjoying the massage I gave my scalp which also helped ease the tension in my head.
