The Magical Girl Misu Batafurai

17: The Idol Fest

Akari woke up the next morning feeling sick. One week before the culture festival.

I rolled over groaning and turning my alarm off on my phone. I begrudgingly sat up and turned my light on.

My throat felt dry and it hurt. I paused to think, rubbing my eyes. I noticed that my head felt warm as well.

"Come on Akari it's time to get out of bed already! It's time for school." Bluebell said excited, flying around.

I groaned.

"Give me a break Bluebell, I stayed up crying most of the night. I don't feel so good anyways. I think I might be sick." I said that with a gravely voice.

Bluebell paused in the air.

"Yeah you don't sound too good. You should go tell your parents." He tilted his head to the side.

I threw back my covers and went over to go grab my school clothes.

"Let me just drink some water and take a warm shower, maybe it'll go away." I told him.

Bluebell stayed floating in the middle of the room watching me slowly walk out of my room into the bathroom.

"If you say so, but don't be stubborn Akari you shouldn't force yourself." He told me.

I gave a thumbs up and closed the door behind me, flicking on the light switch.

I looked in the mirror. It was blurry because I didn't have any contacts in.
I looked down on the counter and saw an old spare.

I reached down and picked them up, quickly putting them on. I looked back up into the mirror. I looked like trash, my skin was super pale and my hair was all messing and I looked sweaty.

Oh great this is just what I needed after what I had to deal with last night. I can't afford to miss school let alone after school practice for the culture festival that's right around the corner. My class needs me and I have to be in top shape. I can't let everyone down.

I sighed and got into the shower, hopeing all my problems would go away.

It didn't.

I finished getting ready and went downstairs, surprisingly my parents were still home. Either they were just getting home for work or they go in later. It's hard to tell with their crazy work schedules.

I dragged my feet down the stairs, every step brought pain througout my body. I started to feel weaker, and tired.

I looked up at them sitting at the table, the light blinding my eyes. I squieted at them.

Maybe if I ate something I would feel better.

My mom looked up at me.

"Hey sweetie, oh..." She paused after she saw me.

I sat down at the table, there was cereal sitting out. I picked it up and started making myself a bowl.

"You don't look so good, are you sick?" She asked me.

She leaned over the table and held her hand up.

I continued to make my food, a blank look on my face.

"I don't know, maybe." I told her.

She sat back down.

"Yeah you feel kinda warm. How do you feel?" She asked me.

I took a sip of my orange juice. It burned going down my throat.

I made a face.

"Bad..." I responded.