After arriving at home, I trudge up to my room. My head hurts so bad, I am dizzy once again. I crawl up the ladder to my bed and cover myself in the blankets. I am too tired to do anything. My eyes shut.
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I sit up in my bed quickly. It's 9:30 and I need to get to school. Bang! My head hits the ceiling and I lay back down sobbing in pain and holding my head. I wipe my tears on my basketball warm up. Warm up? Then everything comes back to me. As the pain in my head dies down, I crawl out of bed as slow as an old lady and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the hot water and just sit under it for at least fifteen minutes. When I realize that the water is becoming colder, I wash up quickly. I wrap my hair up in a towel and get dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts. I unwrap my hair and begin brushing my thick, long hair. The brush gets stuck, as always, but it hurts more that usual. Way more than usual. After what feels like a half hour of brushing my hair, I through it up in a messy bun and walk downstairs.
Camden sits on the couch watching t.v. and Braden is sitting at the counter eating Froot Loops. "Morning sleeping beauty! How's the h-" I tackle him to the ground, laughing. I hate that nickname.
The sliding glass doors open and mom and dad walk into the kitchen. "Morning sweetie. How's your head and nose?"
"Ok. I guess." I pause looking around the room. "Is it Saturday?" I ask. Even without a concussion, I never knew what day of the week it was.
"Yes."
"So my team has practice. I am going to go watch." I announce.
"Ok." The doorbell rings. "You can get it Linds." My dad says.
I walk to the door. I lay my hand on the cold, shiny handle. I twist and pull the door open. In front of me stands twelve girls about my age. I smile. Today's the day.
A/N
Sorry (for the a millionth time) that I write such short chapters and don't update often. I have been trying to update about 3 times a week now. Keep reading! :D
~Kylie
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