The KIA Chronicles

Janice:

"She awake, Mr. Collins!"

Janice...

"Alia! Are you okay?"

Janice...

"You were tossing and turning and you started shouting, and... I was so worried....

"Janice..."

"Yes?"

"Why are Drake and Sammy in here?"

"They heard you shouting... everyone did..."

"W-What happened?"

"You were screaming, first for your Dad, then for Sammy, Bilal, Drake and me, then for Mr. Collins and your mom... and then for some guys named Jerry Lee Lewis, and Carl Perkins."

"Alia! Are you okay?"

Drake sat down beside me.

He put a hand to my forehead and asked:

"Do you feel sick?"

He came in, face filled with worry, with a thermometer in his hand.

"KK... Put this in your mouth... under your tongue."

He placed the thermometer in my mouth gently, looking at the little notebook he gave me, sticking out, next to my pillow.

"104!"

My mom shouts at Drake and Mr. Collins, shaking with fury.

"Radhika, we know that 104 is a bit higher a fever than expected but we're-"

"Don't Radhika me!"

Can't you stop yelling Ma? My head hurts now, is all I could think.

"She is obviously stressed. In fact I refuse to let her participate in the KIA Winter Games."

"WHAT?"

"Ms. N, you can't be serious..."

"That's it, Aasha is doomed."

"You can't take Alia off the team. You can't take away my star! Radhika be reasonable!"

Drake is the only one who isn't currently screaming at my Ma. He's staring at me. I think he knows that the shouting isn't helping me in any way whatsoever.

"Guys, has anyone thought about asking Alia what she thinks?"

Everyone turned towards me.

Bilal and Mr.Collins looked hopeful.

Sammy and Janice looked worried.

Drake was staring at me expectantly.

Ma was glaring at Bilal and Mr. Collins.

I was half asleep.

"I dunno. Whatever you guys say..."

The room filled with noise again, and I tried closing my eyes. Perhaps sleep could save me from this torture.

I sat inside the common room, reading when they came back.

Drake was sweating and panting, and Sammy followed behind him with Bilal.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaallllllliiaaiaiaiaiaiaiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." Drake whined as he collapsed beside me on the sofa.

"Why are you still sick? Daya destroyed us!"

"Drake, she can't help it!"

Sammy came over and handed me a thermometer.

"You should check your temperature. It could've changed by now."

My temperature had dropped to 99.67, but my mother still didn't let me participate in PE.

Why is that a problem? Well, in PE we get grouped by house. And apparently without me our house team had dropped from the top to the very bottom, behind both Ananya and Daya.

That wasn't truly a surprise to me. I had always out done my class when it came to sports. I was short, willowy and extremely light on my feet. This made me an excellent Basketball, Badminton, and Lacrosse player as well as a great swimmer.

I was fast.

I was strong.

I was also the captain of the Aasha Sports team for the Winter Games.

Slightly problematic when you stop and think about how I could be captain and be cooped up in my dorm, due to the fact

that I am still not allowed to participate with everyone else in sports.

Drake looked absolutely miserable.

"Alia, are you feeling better yet?"

"Drake... don't push it. She isn't feeling well!"

Janice was still firm in her belief that I needed to rest well, because I was 'sick' or something.

Rest wasn't gonna help me, I needed to practice with everyone else! The winner of the Winter Games always gets to go on a camping trip to Rishikesh for Spring break, as a prize. The rest of the school does Delhi tourism. I love my city, but I cannot sit through another guided tour about 'the beauty and history of our city's monuments', while Daya goes zip lining and river rafting. There's always a 7 hour trek, and we get to swim in waterfall! They also teach us basic survival skills which sounds super cool. Of course, Sammy would still be stuck here, because of, y'know, his 'condition'.

"Alia, you do realise I can read what you are writing?" Sammy stared at my notebook as I wrote.

"I don't care if you write about my legs and crutches it isn't a problem. Just stop writing is what I am saying. Why are you writing this-stop! Alia, stop writing- y'know what forget it."

3 weeks till The Winter Games.

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