What the fuck happened to me?
I wake up with a massive headache, I checked the time it was 10:00am "Shit!" I yelled to myself. I rang my dad and told him I just woke up.
"Darling why aren't you at school?"
"I don't know what happened I slept in and I went to sleep early last night, can I have the day off I'm honestly not feeling the best rig- I'm think I'm gonna be-"
I ran to the toilet and threw up. What is wrong with me? I was fine last night. Although I do remember the chips from the shops yesterday tasted funny. When I was finished I realised my phone was still on call to dad. I put my phone on loud speaker when my dad asked panicky.
"Cassey are you ok?"
"I'm fine dad I just threw up."
"Darling you can have the day off today, there's some pumpkin soup in the fridge you can heat up of you want, take some Panadol I'll be home in a few hours."
"Thanks dad."
"No problem darling."
I hung up the phone and texted Tara telling her I was sick. I cleaned up in the toilet, took Panadol and sat on the couch with soup and watched tv.
I fell asleep and woke up by dad checking on me. I checked my phone when Tara texted back saying she is sick herself. She went to the doctors and apparently the chips at the shop yesterday were mouldy. That's why we are that sick.
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I was in my room I didn't feel like anything for dinner so I decided to go on my laptop and go searching on Facebook. I liked this guys photo taking selfie in the mirror and flexing, soon after that he texted me asking to talk.
We talked for a while, what school we go to, our life, age, things like that. He's name is Devan, He told me we should meet up sometime, I replied with a yes. He had to go so I signed off and fell asleep to rap songs.
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This morning I woke up early and I felt 100% so I decided to go to school. I put my black ripped shorts on, a white shirt with black writing on the shirt saying 'It was all a dream' I had my hair in a low braid and headed to school early.
I texted Tara wondering where she is, she called me and I answered with hearing her cough intensely.
"Shit you don't sound ok."
"No shit! I can't come to school, I've been throwing up all night and couldn't sleep."
"Shit! You must of got the sickness worse than me because I feel fine. Hope you feel better, I'll drop by after school with some soup."
"Thanks gorgeous, can always count on you, cya."
I hung up the phone and saw my best guy friend Andrew. Andrew is a really close mate to me we've known each other since we were 9 years old, i don't hang out with him much because he is always on the basketball courts and plays full on games with his mates from class.
At lunch break I walked to the basketball courts and watched Andrew play basketball.
He's actually attractive with brown hair, green eyes, he is always showing off his abs. I used to have a crush on him but he doesn't see me as girlfriend material. So I didn't bother trying to impress him.
"Cassey wanna shoot some goals?" Andrew asked.
"I don't know how to shoot."
"It's ok, I'll show you."
I got up and I was standing on the free throw line, Andrew was behind me and showing me how to hold the ball and shooting it.
"Remember to flick your wrist, ok?"
"Yep, I got it."
I gave it my best shot when it actually got in. I was jumping frantically in excitement.
"Good shot Cass!"
"Beginners luck aye?"
He said teasingly.After some fun, he offered to sit down and chat with me. I told him how I met Devan on Facebook.
He sighed "Really? Your still doing this shit again?"
"Yea, you know why."
"I just hate seeing you after a few months all in tears coming to school because you found a fuckboy over the Internet."
"I know, I hate it aswell but I can't help myself and Devan might be a guy who will treat me like a princess."
"Just promise me this? Take it slow, don't end up doing something that our going to regret."
"Tell you what, if I endup in a blubbering mess, beat his ass for me please?"
"Anything for my gorgeous angel."
"Thanks Andrew."
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Teen FictionWARNING: This book is for mature audiences- preferred for people in high school and older. I'm 16 and always pick the wrong guys. My name is Cassey, Cassey Backshall. I don't get it, I always pick guys who are players. No, their not from my school...