Chapter 9
When I awoke, I was laying on a crunchy layer of paper over a bed, with a throbbing pain on my nose, in the nurse’s office. As I blinked to regain clarity, I looked around. To my left was another empty bed, with a curtain next to it. About five yards in front of me, there was a sink on a long counter with multiple bottles of hand sanitizer, and a bucket of lollipops. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and a short, stocky woman with small glasses, walked over to me.
“Are you alright, Phoebe?” She asks me.
“Um, yeah, can you tell me what happened?” I ask, still puzzled.
“You were hit with a dodge ball, and have seemed to have broken your nose.” She says, not nearly concerned. My nose, I broke my nose on the first day of school. I think, almost ashamed. Then it hits me. Jenny. She didn’t get enough of me earlier? Apparently not, but she has now. And she will pay.
“Oh, okay, what period is this?” I ask.
“It is still period 6. When you are ready, you can go back to P.E. But of course, first, I will have to put a new bandage on your nose.” She replies. I nod my head, and she trots over to the counter and grabs some supplies. She dabs some rubbing alcohol on my nose. I wince, since it stings so badly. She finishes taping the gauze on my nose. I stand up way too quickly, and lose my balance. Once I regain it, I snatch my bag, thank the nurse, and make my way back to the gym. As I entered the double doors, I swear almost every single head turned my way. Malarie and Josh looked like they genuinely felt bad for me; but on the other hand, I looked over, and saw Jenny smirking, and soon covered her mouth with her hand. There will be revenge, and a lot of it. Still woozy from being knocked out, I attempted to walk with my chin up. I wanted her Jenny to know that she didn’t get the best of me. Most of the girls look empathetic, thank god. At least not all of the girls here are witches. I clear my throat, and say, “What are we waiting for?” Most everyone start to smile, and when Jenny gets the hint that I am not as hurt as she thinks I am, she shoots a nasty look at everyone in the class. They all turn to statues. If looks could kill…
“Uh- nothing, apparently…more dodge ball?” Coach says, almost worrisome. He stuttered, and looked quite uncomfortable when he said that. Little does he know, continuing dodge ball couldn’t be more perfect. I am smiling devilishly on the inside, hoping it isn’t showing on the outside.
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The Story of Us
JugendliteraturA story of a girl named Phoebe, who just started high school, and who is learning the ups and down of high school. And her best friend Malarie is with her through it all.
