When the tears fall

School

Amelias pov

    My alarm went off at 5:00 in the morning and I couldn't find my phone to turn it off. When I finally found it, I realized that I didn't charge my phone last night.
   I remembered falling asleep with my foot touching something cold and wet so I turned on my flashlight to look around and I found dried vomit where my foot was. There were no chunks it was just a stain and I started to feel very thirsty. Before I left my room, I texted Ryan to ask if my mom knew about last night. I don't remember anything.
   As I walk into the living room my mom asks, "How do you feel?"
   Thats when I realized that she knows—I started to feel a little sick. "I feel fine." I replied confidently. "Just a little thirsty."
   I continued to the kitchen to try to find something appetizing and all I could think about is bread. I was about to grab some when I saw it was covered in green, fuzzy mold, so I decided cereal would be better.
   I was only able to take one bite before I thought I was going to puke I stopped and drank some water and contemplated taking a shower, but I felt too sick. I knew my parents wouldn't let me stay home so I tried my hardest to clean myself up and smell better.
  My boyfriend showed up, and we walked to school together. I told him how I felt and how anxious I am about going to school. I knew that I still smelled bad and I was afraid that I will be sent home sick. He feels sorry for me but he shouldn't.
   When I get to school, I ask people for gum and mouthwash. Someone tells me that Dallon has some mouthwash.
I go up to Dallon. "Do you have mouthwash?"
"Yeah, why?"
I feel a little awkward telling him but I know that I can trust him, "last night I got really drunk and my breath smells"
"Ahhh gotcha," he says as he pulled out a bottle of mouthwash.
I take a swig and do a few swishes before I spit it out into the drinking fountain by the doors. Shortly after the bells ring and we have to get to our own classes.
    My first class went well. I didn't feel as sick and i just worked on my art project. It was someone's birthday so the teacher handed out suckers to the class which they enjoyed while i put mine in my bag. Not much else happened after that.
   My second class was a tough one. We were doing an experiment in chemistry, involving toxic and dangerous chemicals. I kept trying too measure but i was shaking too much and kept spilling. Ryan decided to take over while i went to the bathroom. I felt horrible and I tried to puke but nothing came up. I stayed in there for a little bit before returning to class, where I shortly ran out trying not to puke. I was getting really pale and shaky. One of the other girls from my class came in to fix her makeup. When she saw me she asked "Are you okay?"
    "Yeah I'm fine. Just drank too much last night." I knew she wasn't going to snitch because she parties even more and harder than me. If she did say anything I would've gotten her back.
    I eventually went back to class and told my teacher that I was feeling better. The bell rang and my Ryan and I went to get breakfast together before resource, which we spent back in the chemistry room to finish the experiment. I spent the first five minutes in the bathroom trying to stabilize myself enough to finish the experiment. I went back to the classroom and we finished the experiment. When that was done I decided to take my stuff to the office and tell them that I felt too sick. They gave me a trash can and I immediately puked up the little water that I drank that day. I figured that my parents would be mad hearing from the school that I had to leave sick, but the state law is that if you have a fever or puke, you have to be sent home.
    When my parents got there they took my stuff to the car and I followed behind with a sick bag, one that doctors normally give you at the hospital. Just before I got in the car my dad gave me the news.
    "We talked to your cousin Lizzy and we have all decided that you should move in with her and go to school there."
    "Okay," I sighed with deep regret.
    "It will probably be by next week," my mom added.
    The drive home was silent. When I got home, I texted Ryan and told him to come over when school got out. I wanted to tell him the news before anyone else. I eventually posted something about leaving my home on Snapchat, and fell asleep.