MOUSEFEET

MEETING

 Light shines in through a crack in the curtains, hitting my face. I blinked a few times and sat up while my eyes adjusted to my surroundings.

 I looked down at my hands. Ah, so they're back to normal it seems. I glanced around the room and noticed my PS3 was surprisingly still in sleep mode, it's power light blinking on and off.

 I proceed to get up and walk to the door, grasping the handle. Wait, I locked it right?

 I twisted the handle and the door opened. A slight fear rose up in me. I quickly make my way downstairs and into the kitchen.

 "Ah, seems like you're final awake, Miosy."

 The familiar voice makes my ears twitch. Uncle was sitting in his regular spot at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. I could smell the distict aroma of green tea.

 "Good morning, Uncle." I yawned, relieved to see that he hasn't changed in the slightest. "How long was I out this time?"

 "Hm," he lowered his glasses and looked over them at me. "About 48 hours."

 "48 hours..." I whispered. It didn't feel that long. Then again, I can never tell how much time goes by when I'm not in my right senses.

 I sat down across from Uncle and held my head in my hands. I waited for him to talk.

 "Miosy, it wasn't as bad as some of the other times. You never lashed out against me, alright?" He cleared his throat and continued, "I made sure to check on you last night, and you were already back to normal."

 So that's why the door was unlocked. "Uncle, I told you that it's not safe! You need to stay away from me when I'm out of it like that!" I scolded.

 Uncle shook his head, "Miosy, I've taken care of you for 13 years now. I had to adjust my lifestyle around your condition at first, and now I know what to do. Yes, I've made some mistakes, but I've learned from them." He looked a little solem.

 "I know that, but I just don't want to hurt you."

 He smiled. "I know Miosy, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm tougher than you think I am."

 I managed a smile before getting up to fix my breakfast.

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 "Here, give this to your teacher." Uncle handed me a note as I headed out the door. "And try to come straight home so you can start on your make-up work."

 I took the note and slipped it into my bag. Walking out into the cool morning air felt nice. The breeze ruffled my already messy hair. I continued on towards the school.

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 "What does this even mean?" my homeroom teacher sighed. "Ecithantitus? I haven't even heard of that type of sickness. Are you sure that warrents you a few days off almost every month?" The teacher continued on, babbling on nonesense. She does this everytime.

 "Well, I guess it can't be helped. Meet me after class to pick up your make-up work, Miosy," she said, sitting the note down on her desk. I saw her rub her temples out of the corner of my eye. I walked down the isle to my seat. I heard snickering coming from the corner of the room. No doubt the class heard our whole exchange. Not that it matters, though. I lock eyes with the person across the room. His face suddenly twisted in terror, going from one extreme to the next. I broke eye contact to sit in my seat.

 "Glad to have you back, Mouse-y," said the person sitting to my left. I glared at him.

 "I told you not to call me that." He simply smiled.