Nightengale Phillips
I felt the muscles in my stomach clench and unclench when I hurled everything I'd eaten the previous night into my toilet and then some.
I felt hands behind me, steadying me and occasionally patting me on my back when everything around me started spinning. It only added to the pounding in my head. My stomach was on fire as I groaned in agony at the soreness of my throat caused by the constant vomiting.
A hang over seemed like heaven compared to the elephants trampling on my skull and the uncharacteristically stifling heat in my stomach.
Some people never experienced migraines and sympathized with those who did, but they really had no idea what level of agony we had to endure sometimes. Other times, it got so bad for me that I was unable to hold anything down, like this morning.
"C'mon buddy. Let's get you back to bed." I winced once more. Why was he shouting?
"Stop shouting," I whispered as he pulled me off the floor where both my feet were splayed out on either sides of the toilet. I was almost too weak to get a good grip on his shoulders.
"I'm not." He was using a piece of cloth to wipe down my hair. I wasn't able to pull it back in time before I started tossing my cookies, so tiny particles of food that came along with my vomit got tangled in it. Believe me, it smelled just as unpleasant as it sounded. I'd been at this since my mom left for work.
"Maybe I should call mom..." For the first time ever, my brother sounded uneasy and I couldn't blame him. My migraines only occurred once in a blue moon and River was never around when they happened.
I dismissed the thought of calling mom away from work - I should've been used to this by now.
My bare feet came into contact with the cold tiles as we walked back to my bed. It felt good, as it opposed to the heat that was still built up inside my stomach.
"Tammy called. She said she'd come over after school." He said, tucking me into bed.
"No. We were supposed to go dress shopping today...hand me my phone." I kept blinking at him. There were little black spots on his face and everything was beginning to get blurry.
"No can do bud, you need rest. I'll tell Tammy she can still go dress shopping, but right now, you need to rest."
"Be quiet and hand me the phone before I pass out!" I knew my reply was heated and that he was was only trying to help, but River fussing over me was not only annoying, but far too unusual. Maybe he really did forget what it was like when I got my migraines.
"Fine, fine."
®Gayle: Babe, I want you 2 go dress shopping without me today. I'll just borrow one of Rhinestone's dresses for 2morrow.
Relaxing on the pillows that propped my body up, I closed my eyes and soon, I was no longer aware of my brother at my side.
Marshall Valentine
Shenaya Rondeau's bright green eyes didn't look the slightest bit regretful as she noisily chewed on her pink bubblegum that appeared whenever she parted her smirking lips to pop it. I also knew she was far from feeling remorseful because her eyes had been glued to my crotch within minutes of me admonishing her.
She'd had a schoolboy thrown against a locker in the south hallway (where my class was two doors down) and had been... kneeling in front of him when I left a group of freshmen in my class who were nursing a worksheet for a part of their term's grade.
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My Valentine
RomanceHis name was Marshall Valentine. Not only was he married, but he'd been my History teacher since freshman year. He was probably the meanest teacher I had ever encountered, but he was also the most captivating. ••• Just_Like_Magic