BEST FRIEND OR BEST ENEMY ???

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I woke up with a major headache and pools of tears on my pillow yet again. That horrific nightmare haunted me once again but made me wake early. I took a long shower and got dressed. I put on a pink sweater and some blue jeans with black pumps. I took my back pack , swiftly went downstairs and greeted my mother a good morning. "Good morning sweetie" my mother greeted me politely from the kitchen. The smell of pancakes filled the air and tickled my tummy. My mother served some to me . I devoured them in less than a minute and headed for the car , my mother grabbed the keys and drove me to school.

I reached just in time and headed for home room but was stopped by a sudden thud. "Im soo sorry !" "Are you okay?" Emily asked me with concern. She gave me a hand up and both of us entered the class. "Miss Emily and Miss Ellie, you both are late for class" " you have detention after school " mr johnson blurted out. " but sir.. " Emily pleaded, but was cut off by me saying that we will be there.

All through lunch Emily glared at me while i quietly munched on my sandwich. I decided to go to classroom as the bell would ring any minute and my prediction was true. I headed for my English class just in time for Emily to shove me into a corner. "You little brat i tried being nice to you because of our lame assignment but i can't take it anymore" Emily screamed in anger. "You put me in detention with you , now you will see how i make your life miserable for you!!!" And with that she went stomping back to her seat, full of rage.

I slumped back home, pondering over the events that took place today. My head throbbed from all the pressure. Darkness got me and blurred my vision. I fell down not concerned about my surroundings. I woke up to the sound of beemps and bumps. I could still feel my head pounding over the noise. Someone held my hand tightly but i couldn't see who since i was lying down. "Ellie !" My mother said full of joy but was pushed back down. "Get rest dear" my mother said.

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