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Song: teenage dream by katy perry

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not even a week later, aurora witman laid sick, with the cold, in bed.

"unbelievable. it's only the third week of summer break, and I'm already sick. what did the great aurora witman do, to deserve such horrible fate? I can't think of anything. if anyone deserved this, it would be the evil, vile michael clifford", she muttered and sighed looking at the clear blue skies outside.

externally, her body was practically boiling, so much you could cook an egg on it, but she was cuddled up under five blankets, trying to keep her internally freezing body warm.

her body shook violently when she let out a terrible, loud sneeze and she roughly blew her nose after reaching for a tissue.

"I mean, I can't think of a time that I did anything extremely evil, except for that one time I bit adam terry's arm in pre-school", she cough-laughed at her younger self "oh wait. I remember pulling walter quell's hair in third grade after he stole a crayon from me in creative time. little tosser claimed it was his and threatened to tell his mum about me , but we all knew it was my damn crayon."

she sighed and lifted her head up, only to throw it back down in distress.

she hated the position she was in right now, so she jumped a little and spread her limbs out like a starfish when she landed. that position didn't tickle her pickle either though, so she turned around facing her pillow and pushed her bum up. after trying out numerous positions, she came to the conclusion that she was just bored and she groaned.

her phone was downstairs, her parents were in spain enjoying a holiday by themselves, and she was simply too cold to go downstairs and retrieve it herself.

after a while of getting angry over nothing, she finally decided on the classic lying-on-the-side-with-your-legs-close-to-your-belly baby position and just laid there with her eyes open, breathing and not moving.

"do you think she's alive?", a painfully familiar voice asked.

"yes, you doofus, as you can see she's clearly breathing, explaining her rising and falling body!", said another.

then, she heard a slapping sound and an 'ouch'.

"hey, are you awake? we brought you some cool sick-day stuff", a voice with a slight lisp said, whom she recognised as calums.

"I don't even wanna be here! what the hell am I doing here?", the devil himself asked.

"shut the hell up, your idiocy is already affecting my brain cells", aurora spoke up for the first time in forever.

"I never asked to be here, bitch. these wankers dragged me here, just to be 'nice' or whatever", he snapped back.

"call me bitch one more time, and I'll make sure to punch your gut so hard, you'll puke out your own organs", she hissed.

"okay, guys, we didn't come here to fight, but to make auroras sick day as fun as possible!", ashton preached.

"um, you gotta admit aura's comeback was pretty good though", luke spoke up quietly and michael gave him a look of pure offence, while aurora tilted her head and made graceful hand movements as a bow.

"not now luke! anyways", ashton clapped his hands and calum, who was holding a basket full of junk food, went up to her bed and gently placed down the basket next to her bed.