Adopted at 16

Chapter 6-

I parked in front of the house and read the sign.

"Foreclosure," The sign says. "House for sale," I saw my clothes, my room decor and everything I had and secretly opened my trunk and put as much as I could in. Every piece of clothing I had, all my shoes, and some room decor could fit the trunk. I closed the trunk and then moved the rest of my things to the backseat. I needed to find a place to put all this. I didn't see any Mom's/Dad's, Maya's or Isabella's things though. Aunt Brooke probably had it requested to be mailed to her. I drove off with all my stuff being able to fit in my car.

I turned off Green Street for the last time. I was homeless. I lived in my car but I need to go to work from 4:30-9 pm. Support group was 2:30-3:30. I parked in the parking spot, took my work shirt out of the trunk and went in and changed then went to work.

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I drove around in the rain. I couldn't sleep, my head was aching, I felt nauseous.

"Prolly cause you haven't eaten yet," I told myself. I pulled twenty dollars out of my pocket and drove to McDonald's. Then the Mercedes needed gas. There was a gas station two miles from where I was, which is what I used my extra twenty dollars I had for that.

"Hey, Emalie," Tyler, who goes to my school, said in a snotty tone. "Where have you been?"

"Shut up, Tyler," I told him. He started coming closer. Tyler was the jerk of the sophomore class at Wilson Tree, he played football, basketball and baseball and had a crush on me since sixth grade. The gas pump stopped and I took it out of the hole and closed the hole. Tyler just stared at me, laughing.

"Goodbye, Tyler," I said as I drove away. I pulled in the McDonald's down the street and drove through the drive thru. I took my bag consisting of chicken nuggets and fries and pulled into an abandoned church's old parking lot, turned the lights on inside my car, and ate my McDonald's. I put the trash in the glovebox and fell asleep afterwards as it was 10:30 at night.

I woke up again at 2 am, opening the car door and vomiting alot on the white gravel. I looked at the mirror and saw my pale face, red eyes. I was coming down with something. I still felt sick after I puked but also felt hot. I turned the car on to get some air on.

I had parked where nobody could find me. I looked around as it was pitch black and then opened my door and threw up again. I needed to go to Urgent Care or the ER. I started having periods of vertigo and couldn't stand it. I closed the car door and put my car in drive to go to the Kilsy Urgent Care. I left the church and drove as careful as I could. I pulled into the 24 hour urgent care and parked. As soon as I turned the car off, I felt really dizzy and lightheaded. I walked up to the Urgent Care door to be greeted by a father of a coughing son.

I walked in and checked in at the front desk.

"Name?" The clerk said.

"Emalie Johnslee," I told her.

"What is your concern?"

"Stomachache, Lightheaded, Been puking up alot, periods of vertigo, headache," The nurse asked for my ID and I showed it to her.

"Ok, we'll get you here shortly," I sat down and kept looking at the wall to see regularly. My right side of my stomach was bugging me the worse and I couldn't take it.

I saw Mr. Green and Maddie Greenaland rush in after. Maddie wasn't feeling well ethier. Both came and sat by me.

"Emalie?" A young female doctor said. I stood up and crunched over to the care room. "You look horrible,"

I walked and saw a trash can and hurled in it. Then went back to the care room. She did my vitals and could tell my blood pressure was a little bit lower then girls my age, I had a 102.3 fever, but pulse was normal. My weight was 94 pounds, probably because of all the puking I've done in the last hour, and I was normal height.

"Alright," Dr. Veronica, the nametag said. "I can tell you're struggling," She felt my stomach.

"I'm going to test you for pregnancy, but I will probably refer you to the ER to take an ultrasound, do bloodwork and see what's up down there,"

"Ok," She performed a medical pregnancy test and the screen showed negative. "Now go to the ER on the next block behind this," I nodded my head and went out to my car and tried to drive.

I came to the stoplight in the middle of town, turned and then had to pull over and puke again. This time it was watery but heavy. I retured and drove away, feeling the pain in my right side of my stomach. I pulled in the ER and hurled one last time, then felt like I couldn't get in the ER. I needed instant help. I called Brooklyn.

"Em, you know me! I'm trying to sleep!" She says. "What do you need?"

"Help," I told her. "I don't feel well, and I think I'm going to pass out and I've puked more than I even know," I started crying, "The right side of my stomach hurts so bad,"

"Ok, let me see if I come and help, where are you?"

"At the ER in town, Brooklyn," I start heavily breathing. "Please hurry," I hung my phone up and collapsed.

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I was semi consious when I woke up after I passed out. I saw Brooklyn and her mother pulling in and running to help me. Brooklyn opened the door and her mother picked me up and took me to the ER's door.

"You ok?" Brooklyn's Mom said. I shook my head, crying. The nurses came out and Brooklyn's Mom put me on the bed they had. Then the nurses took me back and said I needed to go to Prepton Children's. The nurses think my appendix burst.