I awoke in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and nauseous. By the time the vomit made its way up my throat it was too late and I threw up over my bed and the floor. I don't know what was wrong with me. The docters found nothing wrong but lately I had been feeling funny.
It wasn't only my stomach that was twitchy feeling, my whole body felt weird. It was like my skin was too tight and my bones were too heavy. It was possibly the most uncomfortable feeling I had ever experienced. But since good old american health care said I was fine, my mom thought I was fine too. I don't know how she even could think I wasn't sick. Even my skin looked a bit pale.
It wasn't like I hadn't given her enough reason to think I was faking, though . From middle school all the way until now, my junior year, I had been a constant contender in the "I'm sick" game. Most of the time, I played it pretty well to, considering I managed to snag a good amount of sick days.
But of course the one time I actually was sick, she didn't believe me. The woman actually sent me to school!
Everything got worse when I got to school. I had never noticed how loud the halls were. Everyone talks so much and so loud. I felt like my head was splitting in half and class wasn't much better. My eyes started spazzing and my vision kept jumping from clear to blurry, which was weird because I was wearing my contacts. That didn't help the headache either.
By the time lunch came I basically ran out the building. I walked around the school and sat down on the soccer field. Being outside I felt much better and I liked the way the breeze felt on my skin. Leaning back, I rested until I could here someone coming towards me.
"Alby! I have been looking all over for you!" Shouted a feminine voice, I cringed at how loud it was. Slowly I looked up to be greeted with the sight of my friend Faith.
Faith was a pretty girl, with long wavy brownish-red hair and green eyes. She was small for a 17 year old and was about the size of a 13 year old, and just as skinny. The only way to distinguish her from a kid was her defined hips and her mature knowing face. If she wasn't a childhood friend, I admit I would be drooling. Most people did.
I on the other hand had pin straight dark brown hair that fell perfectly around my girly face. Not that I took pride in my delicate looks. I sometimes wished I looked more masculine but I'm happy with who I am. I also was pretty small. I wasn't as short as Faith but I was still short for a dude. Then again, I guess I just felt smaller because I was so so skinny.
Anyway, even in my sickly state I smiled warmly at Faith as she sat down. Being outside where it was quiet, with the exception of Faith, I felt less uncomfortable. Perking up a little, I poked Faith in the arm grabbing her attention. "Hey you!" I said, cheekily.
"Hm?" Faith asked.
"Wanna ditch?" I asked, mischievously.
"Lets do it!" Faith said, pumping her fist enthusiastically. I laughed.
"All systems go!" I said, getting up and running to my car.
It was a bad idea on my part. Being in the car made me sick to my stomach and slightly claustrophobic. Still, it was my idea to ditch so I put on a happy face for Faith.
After some contemplating, we decided to go to Faith's house. I loved Faith's house. It was a fairly big white house with a large garden and a creek in the backyard with a part that was deep enough to swim in. I had an obsession with gardens and water so you could see why I liked it.
