I'm a Model Living on the Streets

Sick???

sorry i haven't uploaded this story for so long. i was on writer's block.

but here it is now!

Chapter 8

I wake up feeling tipsy. I get up from the matress and sway on my feet, I feel groggy. My muscles are sore, and it feels like I am drunk. I put my hand on the wall to steady myself and end up barfing. Ugh. I put my hand on my head, and my forehead is burning up like hell. Ugh. I close my eyes. Suddenly, I can't breathe. I feel like the wind has knocked the breath out of me, I fall back, slowly. I fall, falling, falling. I brace myself for the blow, but suddenly it feels like there is a pillow under me, so I settle in and relax.

I wake up to a blinding white room. I groan, and sit up. I turn my head and see a goth dude. He's got a pierced lip, and dyed black hair. His eyes were green, and he had a hooked nose. His cheekbones were high and his lips were full,  all in all he looks amazingly edible. Ergh, what is with my weird sudden obsession over boys????? I am seriously going through puberty or something, which I already have went through at the tender age of 10. I remember the exact day that I had my period. It was a snowy day. And that was the day I just started wearing a bra. It was really uncomfortable so I kept going to the washroom to make sure everything was alright and that my straps weren't visible. Back then, wearing a bra was for girls that thought they were popular, and showed their bra straps on purpose. But, how would I know, I've never went to a real school. I just read it in Lauren Myracle's Eleven. When Winnie was hanging out with Dinah and they see Gail wearing a purple bra. Ew.

"Uh, hi, and who might you be?" I ask skeptically.

"Luca, I live on the streets, and so happened to see you faint there. Aren't you a little too pretty to be in a dark alleyway?" he asks me, while touching my arm. I immeadiately feel sparks from his contact, and melt on the inside.

"Oh, uh-" I stutter. "well um..... It's a long story." I say quite embarrassed that I fainted in front of this yummy boy.

"Oh I get that, you don't want to talk about your life story with someone that you just met." he says making me feel really bad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"I totally understand you. You make so much sense. Telling someone who saved your life about your actual life is something quite personal, and should not be said to a random gothic stranger, who looks odd, and lives on the streets. I don't even know your name." he says sarcastically.

"My name is Sam." I say starting to get annoyed with this boy who's being super sarcastic, after I just woke up after I passed out.

"Oh hi, Sam." he spits.

"You know what, stop being so rude to me. It's not nice, and I don't understand why you're expecting so much from me. I just woke up from passing out, can you cut me some slack?" I say, and suddenly feel really sick, so I roll over and barf on the other side of the hospital bed.

"Fine. I guess you don't need me anyways. You don't need to thank me. I don't deserve any thanks from anyone." he says and walks out of the room.

"Bye!!! It was nice meeting you!" I say in a false tone.

"You too!" he replies sarcastically.

I can't help but laugh at our polite meeting we had there. We were so 'polite' to each other, eh? Urgh, why is this boy so irresistibly yummy? If he wasn't so hot, I probably would've slapped him for being so rude to a girl. Like what kind of manners is that? I guess he didn't have any, he lives on the streets anyways. I start coughing hysterically and then a nurse rushes in.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asks concerned.

"Um..." I cough. "I guess so. What even happened to me? Yesterday I was completely fine and enjoying my thirteenth birthday, and now I'm in a hospital, barfing."

"Well, honey. I think you've had a something quite unheard of. You had a seizure, in your sleep and then got sick. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you may have a condition where you have many seizures from now on. It is rare, and I suggest that you stay here for a while longer, so that we can check what condition you have and what meds you need to take. You may even have to undergo a minor surgery on your lungs." she says slowly.

"That is freakin bullshit." I say because I can't take it anymore. What the freakin hell? I walk out the door, and turn back towards the nurse to barf in her direction. I was fed up, well at least I didn't punch her or barf on her. She is quite lucky, in that sense, I guess. 

I exited the hospital and slowly walked, not knowing where I was going. Heck, I didn't even know where I was in the first place. I sway lightly, because I'm still lightly dizzy, and cough a couple times. I put a hand on my forehead and realize that I have a huge fever. My forehead is so hot, it's like I just touched the hot stove. I continue walking and bump into a person in front of me, guess who it was?

Yup, it was Drake. As if I haven't had enough of him already. 

"Watch where you're going." he says and turns around to look at who bumped into him.

"Sorry." I say and keep my head down. For some reason, I don't want him to know who I am.

"You don't usually go around bumping into other people, do you? You look kind of pale." he observes of my face.

"Ya, um... I'm sick, so you might want to get out of my way." I snap no longer wanting to talk to him anymore. Our relationship didn't end on a good note, and I didn't want to see his face anymore. It just wasn't my thing to see exes. You know what I mean?

"Fine, but don't walk around too much, you don't want to get other people sick do you?" he says in my face, and makes me feel taken back. Wow, I didn't know Drake was so rude. If I did, I would never have dated him in the first place. I hate rude people.

"Yes sir." I say sarcastically.

I continue walking with my head down, in fear that I'll see another person I know, and be disappointed by their behaviour, or that they'll recognize me. Unfortunately, I had no such luck, being the clumsy person that I am.

"Oof." I say, when I end up walking into someone's backside.

"Sorry miss. You should watch we're your going you know." a boy says politely.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I say sincerely.

"Oh, don't worry about it." he answers. Suddenly the voice sounds very very familiar. Could it be- "My name is Trek." Obviously, I knew that. What other boy would be so freakin polite other than Trek??? He's like the complete package, I dont' think he was ever rude ot a lady ever in his life. His mother taught him well.

"I bettter get going." I say and silently hope I don't bump into anyone else that I know.

I continue walking and finally get to a street where I know where I actually am. I continue on from there and eventually get back to my alleyway.

Even though it is still light outside, this day has tired me out, so when I get onto my familiar old matress I lie down, to rest.

I wake up early in the morning only to see someone leaning against the wall opposite of where I was, currently. I narrow my eyes, and see black hair. Damn. It must be Luca, again.  

ah............. im so freakin excited to watch.....

the hunger games.

eek! im watching it tommorow.

anyways, i'm sorry that it was so short. i didn't know what to write.

pic is of luca.

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