"Iven! Get up!" My mom shouts from the kitchen.
"I don't get up till 30." I shout back at her.
"Iven it's 32, get up or you miss your bus."
I get out of bed and run to the top of the stairway, I put one foot in frount of the other but it doesn't work out that way. I triped over my feet and fell down my stairs. I get down to the last stair and I get up. I walk slowly to the kitchen. I do the same act I do every ither morning.
"Mom, I don't feel very well." I say in my sweet quite voice.
"What is wrong with you this time Iven? Broken back? Headache? Stomache Ache?" She asked.
"Umm. The last one." I said.
"You had to think about Iven? I'll Take your fever." She says while looking for the therometer. "Here.."
When my mom turned her back I stuck the therometer in my hot chocolate I have every morning. It goes up to 101 degrees. My mom turns around and I stick the therometer back in my mouth.
"Oh God, you weren't playing Iven! Go to bed and I will bring you some medicine and somthing to drink. GO!"
I turn around and walk out of the kitchen with a smile wispering "yes".
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Iven has A Secret.
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl named Iven. She's a normal girl with a normal like. Bur she has a secret she has been hiding her whole life. But in seventh grade she decides to let every one know. She has always been picked on when she was growing up. Sh...
