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I woke up to my alarm but this time I didn't groan and reluctantly turn it off. I lightly tapped it on my phone and rushed to the bathroom to, not get ready, but to throw up. I don't know why. Maybe food poisoning? Stomach bug? Or the worst--the stomach flu? Whatever the cause-- I didn't want it. I must've been loud or else mama wouldn't have come in here.
"Gabi are you okay???" She asked worriedly.
I could only whimper and shake my head no. I then vomited once more. I could tell that mama was worried because of the look on her face. Mama carried me back to bed and tucked me in. She grabbed my grey polka-dotted trash can and placed it next to me.
"I'm going to tell Robi and papa that you aren't going to school, okay?"
"Okay," I groaned.
"I'm also going to call the school and tell them you won't be coming. I will come back in about 20 minutes or so with the thermometer. If there is anything else you need, just call me, okay?"
"Okay."
Once mama left, I threw up so much my trash can almost overflowed. I took it to the bathroom and washed it out and tried to take it back to my room and didn't even make it out of the bathroom before the can almost overflowed with puke again. I hate being sick.

A/N: I'm so mean wow lol

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