It was currently 8:00am and I was dying. I woke up with a high fever and runny nose. The minute my mom saw me she sent me back to bed.
Hurray for me right? No.
See I hated missing school because that ment I would be a day behind which then ment I would have more homework and god knows I hate homework.
"Mom." I croaked, my throat and mouth felt drier than the saharah dessert.
"Mom." Still no answer, I looked at the clock and it read 8:30, she was already at work.
Wrapping the covers around me like a small burrito, I tried to stand up but a wave of dizziness overtook me.
I felt awful.
Debating if I should stay in bed, I heard my stomach make the loudest noise known to man.
Food is calling my name.Mustering up all the energy that I could I finally stood up.
It took me about 15 minutes to get to my kitchen due to the fact I was walking slower than a snail.
Once in the kitchen I made myself a Pb&J which my stomach thanked me for.
Now the real problem was making it up the stairs, all 30 steps.
Wrapping my blanket tighter around me I started on my journey.
Lots of sweat and huffing later I finally made it to the last two steps. Sweet victory was seconds away.
I went to step on the last step but my foot got caught on my blanket and I went tumbling down.
Fuck my life.
As Taylor swift would say 'now I'm lying on the cold hard ground "
With a groan I tried to get up but my whole body protested. Still lying on the ground I fell asleep.
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Bella
Teen FictionBella is not your typical girl. She's sweet, funny and shy or at least she was. Until the summer going into senior year. Something happend, something that changed her.
