(Caroline, you may not want to read this... you may faint... BUT anyways this chapter is short so just bear with me and my boring life :3 meow)
I sat in the art room handling clay. Rubbing my hands over the soft surface, I shaped the form of bread. Then, I felt my nose start to run. I quickly got up and raced to the tissue box. My nose has been way too runny lately. I hate it. The tissue stung as I wiped my nose on it. Then I quickly walked back to my seat. I began playing with the clay again and of course, my nose began to run again. I got up yet again and pulled a tissue out of the box. As I pulled the tissue away from my face, I saw red. Hell no. Noooo no. Blood ran down to my lip as I ripped another tissue from the box. When I thought the blood was gone, I started back to my seat, but then another stream of blood ran from my nose. Shit. Why now? I quickly got a pile of tissues and ran to Mrs. Kagrise.
"Uh, my nose-" I said quietly.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry," Mrs. Kagrise began.
"No it's fine..."
"No come on!" She said loudly.
We rushed to the clinic together and the nurse sat me down in a chair beside a tissue box and trash can. I smiled at her and pulled a bunch of tissues to my face. Blood was everywhere. I looked down at the ground, and I didn't notice before, but there was blood everywhere. It scattered over my hoodie and it stained my hands. I sat for a while. My grandma came and helped me a bit, since she works at the school. She cleaned me up a bit. On my face too.
When the blood calmed down I stepped into the bathroom and took a good look at the damage. Blood stained the nostril it came out of. My hoodie had a blood drip pattern down the side. My hands had blood all over them, and there was a bit on my face. God, was I a mess. Water splashed onto my face as the nurse walked in.
"I think you should take off your hoodie in class, you do have something under it, right?" she said.
I nodded and pulled off the green (and now red) hoodie. The thing was tied around my waist quickly and I was up and into fourth period in no time.
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I Hate Middle School
Novela JuvenilMiddle school sucks. Popularity, depression, homework, and more. And Gabby is stuck in the middle of it. Seventh grade is probably the toughest year. And to top it all off, Gabby's best friends don't talk to her at school... She's stuck in a deep da...
