An Alternate Route

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    I sat down by the desk of the adult who was supposed to administer the vaccines. She swiveled around in her chair on the other side of the desk and reached into a crate behind her. I peered at the crate's surface. It was sent from a place called "MTAI". It was probably an abbreviation, but I couldn't think much about that now and instead on the impending pain of the needle the lady now held. She wiped antiseptic on my arm and stuck the needle in. I winced and dug my nails into my legs. I watched as she pushed the plunger down and soon pulled it out after what seemed like and eternity. When she said I was free to go, I got up and stumbled on my way to the door. I hastily got back up and went to my math class. With a huge headache.

     All throughout the day, I had a throbbing headache. In the middle of my science class around noon, I noticed that everyone throughout the day had been more participant and focused. I guess the vaccines had helped everyone but me. Later in gym, everyone was faster and stronger. Even Jack, who usually just struggles with the jog our school makes us do every day, had more endurance and speed today. Finally, the bell for dismissal went off. The day was terrible, from the ever=lasting headache to the disability to concentrate.

    I began walking home, and decided to take a shorter path through the more industrious part of the city. I wanted to get home as soon as possible. I tried to concentrate on everything except for the increasingly painful headache, but failed. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind. I must have been still walking, because I crashed into a wall shortly afterward. 

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