That hallway full of red lockers wasn't very long. But it felt extra long no matter how fast I walked. Yes, I'd finally made it to the restroom, and to my luck, nobody was in there to hear me hurl at the biggest stall. I quickly locked myself in and boom I went to work. Dozens and dozens of green mush came striking out of my throat. I was letting it out so hard that I began to cough, and the coughing was hurting my lungs. I was finally done. But I had some of it on my shirt. How would I go back to class like this? I can't sit through class like this at all. So, I pulled out my iPhone and quickly unlocked it and went straight to the text messages. I selected "Mom" and I wrote "MOM READ THIS MOM I THEW UP ALL OVER THE PLACE AT SCHOOL PICK ME UP NOW". 2 minutes of sitting on a middle school toilet later my phone goes off. "Text from Mom". "Are you joking me? Aunt blank is come to pick you up soon". There sprang another problem. "I can't go back to class like this." I replied. "Just get your stuff and leave the class without telling your teacher". "Okay" I responded and off I went, back to science class
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The Hardest Battle
No FicciónThis is the story about a boy and he went through whole fighting Crohns disease. Name: anonymous
