Together just you & me.

Chapter 13 - The recovery.

Last night I set my alarm for 10am, so it gives me more than enough time to get ready to go to Jason's.

But unfortunately, I feel anything BUT better this morning. If anything, my cold is worse.

Sara walks in on me when I'm just slipping into my coat.

"Where do you think you're going?" she says, leaning on my door frame.

"Uh... Jason's."

"Says who?" she says, crossing her arms.

"Me?"

"I don't think so,"

"But whyyyyy?"

"1, you're ill. 2, you're grounded."

"1, I'm fine. 2, don't you think I've been punished enough?"

"No. And no, you haven't Lizzy, you missed school for Christ sake!"

I groan and flop myself down on my bed.

"And you haven't even apologized."

"I'm sorry,"

"I forgive you,"

"Can I go now?"

"No."

"UUUGHHHHH!" I grumble, flopping back on my pillow.

"You can go when you're better."

I start having another coughing fit so I have to sit up. Sara pats my back, which annoys me, but still helps, until I stop coughing.

"Get some rest, I'll bring you up some medicine in a bit," she says, before leaving my room and shutting my door.

When will I ever be lucky?

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The rest of my weekend was horrible. I spent Saturday in bed, using up countless tissue boxes and drinking numerous cups of tea. Sunday I spent the whole day in bed again, sleeping, waking up, reading old magazines, drinking tea, sleeping, reading Pride and Prejudice, sleeping. I was literally dying of boredom. I was scaling to another level of boredom. The level was so high, I ended up dragging out a dusty old horse puzzle set. I noticed the level was peaking to the very top when I got annoyed about the 5 puzzle pieces that were missing.

Now it's Monday, and thankfully I'm well enough to go to school.

I'm shivering in front of my wardrobe, wearing only a bra, tank top, and underwear, wet hair dripping down my back, when Jessy scares the crap out of me by appearing in the doorway.

"Morning," she says, with no warning whatsoever.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I shout, nearly jumping in my wardrobe.

"Uptight much?" Jessy teases. "How are you feeling?" she asks, taking in the clothes hanging neatly on the racks.

"Better thanks,"

"Wear this one," she says, unfolding a plaidskirt from the shelf and giving it to me.

"That's way too short. Jessy, who let you in?"

"God, Lizzy. Relax. Your dad let me in. Besides, I told you I was coming."

"No you didn't,"

"Yeah I did, I texted you," she says, opening and closing drawers.

"Well I didn't get it,"

"No wonder. You seriously need to consider updating that thing, it's ancient."