Anne-Maria (Completed)

Covering Up

Once I got home I immediately walked up the stairs to my room. I was reminded of my nightmare, but I tried to not let it get to me that much. It was a success,  I was much too tired to have any struggle with putting myself to bed. I woke up around 6 and sprang from my bed. I had slept about three hours, which was the longest that I had ever slept before. I was really sleepy and my knee gave out while walking down the last few steps. 

I had stumbled and fell to what I thought was going to be my death. My dad rushed to see if I was okay and to help me up. I was okay and only left the incident with a few bruises and a small cut on my forehead. 

The next morning I woke up to find more bruises than I had thought on my arms and legs. I knew I had to cover myself up well so people wouldn't think that I was being abused or something like that. I also didn't want Kevin to notice, because he would be angry that I had been so careless. 

I put on a sweater and jeans, and socks that just barely covered the small, purple bruises on my ankles. I also changed the bandage that was covering the small cut on my forehead. It hadn't bled much and I doubted that it would bleed much that day, but my mother still insisted that I covered it up. 

"You do know it is going to be about 80 degrees today, we are apparently having a heat-wave," My dad said as I was getting my stuff together. I said that I would be all right and that I needed to cover up my bruises. He nodded and said that I should take off the sweater whenever I started to feel dizzy. I said goodbye and kissed him on the cheek before I left. 

He smiled and waved once more as I closed the door. I took a deep breath of the wonderful cold, crisp air. 80 degrees my butt. 

By lunch there were drops of sweat slowly forming on my forehead and upper lip. Kevin asked me why I was wearing such a thick sweater and I told him that I was okay. He ordered me to take it off and I told him that I was okay, again. He rolled his eyes and left me to be miserable all through our lunch period. 

By the time everyone got to their classes, I was feeling dizzy. I hoped that I wouldn't get heatstroke, or leave sweat marks on my chair and embarrass myself.  I struggled to get to my 6th period, but luckily I made it. I took my seat next to Kevin and was presented with my schedule for my carnival station. Kevin leaned near me and whispered, "I was able to get us to work at the same station." I looked at him and sighed, which was something that I do quite often. He chuckled and told me that it would be fun. Yeah, for him, but I was kind of in the process of dying. 

I had forgotten about that stupid carnival, why would we have it on a Thursday? And then I remembered, tomorrow we have no school due to conferences with parents and teachers. I put my head on the table and thanked the gods. I had no school on Friday, which meant I had more time to recover from my heat stroke, which I diagnosed myself with. 

After school Kevin and I rushed to our houses to change into our "clown" costumes. Each student in ASB (Associated Student Body) was assigned a job and given a costume for their stations during the carnival. Kevin and I bought our own costumes and Kevin managed to change his job and station, so he could be with me. At least he saved me from being with Eduardo, who was a child who mainly spoke Spanish. I could never understand him. 

I put on my costume and realized that it showed my arms, so under my white button up shirt, I decided to put on a white long sleeve shirt. Under my pink tutu-like skirt, I put on some white tights. I coated my face with bright colored dots and put my hair up in pigtails, and after, I teased it. I texted my dad so he would be aware of where I would be when he got home and walked outside, only to be greeted with the devilish sun once again. The heat was getting to me, the heat was going to be my murderer. 

I walked to Kevin's house to walk back to school with him, being cautious of my draining health.