What A Life(Book 3 of My Life Flipped)

French Fry

A couple days had passed, my rib still hurt, and it was morning. I could of gotten out of school, but hey my brain said school is going to be jolly good. Well shut up brain! I wrapped gauze or whatever over the swelling purple bruise. It pained me to breath, i think the crack got worse! Bleh, I would be strong, tough, and sophisticated. I pulled a loose shirt over my head, grabbing my backpack I headed to my car.

     I had to be quite cautious as I drove to school, keeping my body steady was important to the security of my rib. I remembered a time in first grade when I thought a rib was something you just ate. I laughed at the pity of my adolescent mind as I drove into the parking lot of Forks High School. Tiny as it was, it held greatness in my heart. I sighed, it hurt, though I smiled. Slinging my backpack on my back I carefully slid out of my Jeep.

     I was soon bombarded by Elena, EJ, Alicia, and Grace all asking if I was all right. "I won't be if you don't let me breathe," I teased. They all took a giant step away and I giggled. I gently put a hand on my rib and they all jumped. I put up my arms defensively and again they took a step back. "I am honestly fine, just certain things hurt," I said, taking a step towards the school. EJ gently wrapped an arm around my shoulders and again apologized.

     "EJ, if you keep apologizing I swear I will murder you myself," I ranted. He blushed, kissing my forehead. My first period class was fortunately with EJ and also it was English, my favorite subject! We were assigned a group project so EJ, Leila, William, and I partnered up. Leila and William were some of the shyest students in possibly the school, it worried me. They were amazing artisticly though.

      We started our project and by the end of the class i was going about 50% of the project and the rest were doing only little parts. EJ insisted to carry my binders to all my classes, since he was heading the way I was. I had gym next and I had forgotten my note to give the teacher. "Tyler, why aren't you in appropriate clothing?" he asked. I held my head in shame and asked, "Can I go to my locker really quickly, please!" He shook his head, nodding.

     I walked as quickly as I could and when i opened my locker the note floated down into my awaiting hand. I hardly kept anything in my locker, but I had to store the note somewhere. I shut my locker and quickly hurried back to the gym and handed him the note. He slumped his shoulders, shaking his head, and he said, "Well now Ms. Tyler how did you crack your rib?" I gave him a wide smile and said nothing.

     "Go sit in the bleachers," he said, in a disapproving tone. Throughout the whole period i watched a volleyball soar over the net and back again. I could not stop an image of a french fry from popping out of my head. "You're drooling," said a girl who had sat down on the bleacher below me. I quickly whipped my face and felt it flush.

     I couldn't wait till lunch so my next periods went by fast, until I was sitting in the cafeteria seats, with a bowl full of french fries! "Fatty," commented EJ's brother Anthony. It was scary he and Kristy were both freshmen this year. "Lanky," I retorted, chucking a french fry at him face. He threw a carrot at me and said, "Eat that, fatty." I chucked another french fry and said, "Get fat, lanky!" EJ arrived and said, "Katerina, no throwing french fries and Anthony no throwing carrots." Anthony had a carrot in hand, ready to throw.

     I propped my feet up on another chair and leaned against EJ as I ate my bowl of french fries. Kristy, with Elena, Alicia, and Grace close behind, sat down. "Hows your rib?" asked Alicia, putting a lock of hair behind her ears. I smiled and said, "Fine, thanks." Elena was staring at my french fries and asked, "What is with the load of fries?" I shrugged, my rib felt like it was esculating, the pain I mean. I ignored it though.

     When the bell rang, EJ helped me up, and we headed off for biology. In the hallway though a boy sprinted bumped into me hard, causing me to fall to my knees. I heard something crack, but I didn't want to worry EJ, so after he helped me up, I continued with him down to biology. My breathing became increasingly harder as I sat down in the classroom.

     Was the room spinning? Or was I? I took slow shallow breaths, my lab partner, which was a girl named Dianna looked at me with concern. I was happy that EJ was absorbed with what the teacher was saying, he was only a seat ahead of me, but next to me as well. "Are you okay?" whispered Dianna. "Shh, girls," said the teacher. My heart felt like it was fluttering, a million miles an hour, like a hummingbird. Pretty birds they were. My heart felt like something stabbed it though.

     Are those black dots suppose to be forming? Hehe they look like pretty bugs, but bugs aren't pretty! I could scarcely hear and comprehend what the teacher was saying. Black dots in circled, the outer layer of my eyes and then fully in closed them. "Katerina!" was the last thing I heard before I fell.

French Fries flew everywhere, in blazed in catsup's. I hated catsup's but the french fries look delicious. Suddenly they started flying towards me, in wisps of wind. I could hardly breath, they in circled me like a vacuum. Sucking the air out of my body, depriving me from my needs. Chocked was what I was, deprived of air.

     I fell to my knees and coughed. Suddenly strenght seized me and I pushed pass the french fries, showing them that I was the boss, I was invincible. I felt like I broke through the surface of water.

     Bright light burned my face and I blinked. I was in a hospital room, in a hospital bed. I glanced my eyes down to see my mom curled in a chair a sleep. My dad however was awake, staring through one of the windows in the room. "Dad," I said, though my voice was hoarse. "Kat?" He said it in a questioning way and turned. He grinned, he came over to me, and gave me a hug. I could feel a tear sting my face.

     "I am so happy you made it," he said. "What happened?" I asked, curious. "Your rib cracked more, a splinter punctured a small part in your heart, it effected it. The doctors said you might have not made it." I pursed my lips and said, "Stupid french fries." My dad looked at me questioningly and carefully crawled onto the bed next to me.

     I snuggled into him, falling asleep, I was for sure i would wake up this time. Stupid ribs, stupid french fries, why did it have to effect me?