Somehow it's already December.
I will never understand how time works.
Just as it seems like it's in your favor, it rips success right from your fingertips, and dangles it in front of you like a human teasing a dog for a treat.
I guess right now, that makes me the dog.
Jordan and I haven't really spoken lately. We aren't in a fight or anything, we just...well, haven't talked to each other. He tried texting once or twice, but sometimes I wouldn't answer. It seems as though I never have a single minute of free time. I'm always doing something. (something is code for homework)
In the movies, they always make high school l0ok like some social jungle where you just go through your classes talking about the latest gossip with friends. Then you get home, throw on your slutty clothes, and g0 out and party until 2 am.
Sorry to disappoint, but that never happens. (not that I want that life, I don't roll like that)
Some people do live like that, but they are failing school and fucking up their brains with loads of drugs.
So, I like to consider myself lucky to be smart. And stupid at the same time. Yep.
Basically all I'm trying to say is that when you somehow end up getting all of the teachers that give mountains of homework, you have no time for a social life.
So basically, I'm a loser. (a cool loser)
Oh, and on top of that? I just got diagnosed with walking Pneumonia, so that's great. Now I get to miss a thousand years of school, and my grades will plummet into the black abyss pit of doom where all students go to die. (and that's not me being dramatic, that's legit what it's like to miss school)
I lay on the couch, covered in a blanket. My eyes are closed, but I'm just resting. I do that sometimes.
If there was ever a time I would fear accidental death, this would be it. My nose is so stuffed up, it feels like someone is trying to suffocate me with a pillow. On top of that, my chest is full of yellow gunk that looks like it should be coming out of my nose, but is actually coming out of my lungs.
I know, gross right?
At least you don't have to cough it up.
Did i mention that I also got sick on top of being sick? So not only can I not breathe, but I'm coughing and hacking 24/7, and my voice sounds like a 20-year smoker. AND I got worse when I thought I was getting better.
So, I have multiple reasons not to socialize with the general population right now, number one being that I've been sick for an ENTIRE MONTH.
I want to crawl up into my bed, and fall into a deep sleep that lasts 2 years.
Wake me up when it's time for college.
I waited a whole week before going to the doctor in hopes that it was just a virus, but we (not quickly) discovered that it was more than just that. Now, all that's left to do is suffer, and wait for the antibiotics to actually work.
I already know that I'm not going to school, but the one think I do know is that it won't be a day of relaxation and rest, like a sick person is supposed to have. I will be doing makeup work all. Day. Long.
With the occasional nap, of course.
Hesitantly, I pull out my phone to text Jordan, and stare at the empty text box.
What if he has been talking to other girls?
I am suddenly aware of my newfound jealousy, and I quickly shake my head.
Who cares? He's always been popular, and girls have always liked him. After all, he's not my boyfriend.
We're just friends.
I confidently type a message into the text box:
Hey. I'm sick with Pneumonia. Can you get an extra of everything in our classes and bring them to me after school? I would love you forever.
He replies:
Oh no! You can't possibly be sick. The masquerade is coming up, and I refuse to take anyone but you! I'll see you at 3. And don't bother putting makeup on, because I know you hate doing that when you're sick. *winky face*
Me: You're an angel.
J: Okay you'll see your guardian angel @ 3. gtg, class is about to start. see u then.
Me: kk
And now, we nap.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did! Let me know in the comments! I had a lot of fun writing this in the short time I had available. It was really fun to incorporate my own feelings and experience with pneumonia into the story, even though it was short. I will continuously be putting more detail, effort, and time into my writing, so expect better, longer chapters soon! See you soon! Xoxo, Samantha
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