I've Got This Friend (Luke Hemmings)

Hey guys, I'm Chloé!! This is the first story I've ever written so it might not be very good... :-[ But any advice you guys have would be greatly appreciated!!! I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 1:

Sweat was falling from my forehead as I gasped and retched the last of the delicious tacos my mother made for dinner last night into the toilet.
They don't look so delicious anymore, I thought as I reached for the glass of water she had kindly left beside me on the sink.

I took a large gulp to rid my mouth of the disgusting taste that was left, and sighed.

It was eight o'clock on a Monday morning and I was just about to leave for school when my stomach decided that food was just too mainstream and that it needed a fast release. So, instead of just digesting the food like it normally does, it decided to send it right back up and that's where I am now; hovering over the toilet bowl, throwing my guts up, sweaty and uncomfortable. 
I could've imagined my Monday being a little better than this.
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After multiple methods of checking my temperature, my mom decided that I was too sick to go to school, and I should go back to bed. In all honesty, I didn't even pretend to be disappointed,  I merely thanked her and sauntered back to my room.

My room was comfortably small and full of personality. The walls were painted a beautiful baby blue, my favourite colour. They were covered in posters of bands and movies that I liked and enjoyed, with random pictures of my friends and I pulling silly faces plastered in random places.

My bed was in the middle of the room, right under a window. It was messy and unmade. God knows I'm the messiest, most disorganised human being on the planet.

There was a little wooden nightstand right beside my bed. On top of it was a lamp and an alarm clock. There were three drawers in it, they were mainly used for all of my random junk and truckload of hair ties.

In one corner of my room was my wardrobe, with a person sized mirror stuck to the outside part of the door. In the other corner of my room was my desk, unable to be seen by the mountain of clothes piled on top of it.

My room is a relatively messy place, but thats because I'm way too lazy to invest time and effort into cleaning something that will just get messy again. My room is my sanctuary,  the one place I have privacy, the one place that I can slip away from the madness of the world and relax.

After changing back into my cosy pj's and brushing my teeth to get rid of that godawful taste of vomit once and for all, I hopped back into bed and slowly nodded off into the land of Z's all over again.

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