"Ow." My arm burns, reminding me of the time a thumb tack was pressed into my skin at primary. I don't recall, but Saph told me I screamed when it pieced the first boundary of my immune system.
Immediately, I was laughing. The nurse asked why, I replied, "I laugh when I'm in pain, ha ha..."
"Oh, good!" Good? I've had my first needle and it hurt like hell! At least I was fortunate enough to stay awake, Hayley fainted. (As I'm told by the roomers spread in my computing class)
I tried to focus on the pixel art, a treat from our teacher. Uncommon for us to colour the spaces in on the excel spread sheet. I couldn't concentrate enough, giving in and bitching about the stabbing sensation about my upper arm. In the end, I was scrolling through Tumblr like the fandom trash I am.
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Writing practice. A short story about my needle today.
