Michael's Cold

Chapter 7

"Hi, Michael," Said Latoya, walking past me in the kitchen.
"What are you making for dinner?" I asked.
"Soup because of your cold. It will make you feel better."
"Oh thank you," I said, appreciative.
I heard Tito playing with my fathers guitar, and I rushed in to stop him. I knew my father would kill Tito if he saw him with it.
"Tito, stop!" I yelled out.
"Why?" He asked. "I'll but it back before Joseph comes home and he'll never know."
"But you might break it," I said.
"Get out of here," He joked.
"Ha-choo!" I sneezed coming into the kitchen, coughing after the sneeze.
"I thought you weren't sick anymore," my mother stated.
"I'm not," I stubbornly replied.
"So how do you explain coughing and sneezing?"
"Well, I might be allergic to Jackie. I sneeze and cough every time I go near him."
"Oh Michael, enough with the nonsense. I think you still have a cold, which doesn't make sense. You've had it for so long. Now why don't you go rest before supper, ok?"
"Ok," I said, going to the bedroom. "Eh-choo! Choo! Ha-choo!" I sneezed on the way.
I didn't understand why I was still sick. It made absolutely no sense. When Tito had a cold, it went away in two days. Mine has been lasting over a week now.
I got into bed as Marlon, Randy, and Janet came in and started playing.
"Guys, go away! I'm sick and you are being annoying!"
"Wait, what? How are you still sick?" Asked Marlon, confused.
"I don't know."
"Maybe you have mono," he stated.
"Shut up, Marlon, I don't have mono. It's a cold dummy."
"Hey don't call me a dummy!" Marlon laughed.
"Ha-choo!" I sneezed loud and openly.
"Hey cover you mouth!" Yelled Janet.
"Your gonna get your germs everywhere!"