Chapter 8

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Again, that annoyingly familiar ringing of my alarm woke me from the midst of sleep.


"One of these days I'm going to smash that damn clock." I grumbled groggily while shuffling to the bathroom. While turning on the hot water I looked up and expected to see Jeff behind me. He wasn't, obviously, and when I finished I put in my red circle lenses in my room and walked slowly down the stairs. It was more of a trudge really.


After I descended the long journey down the stairs, I walked into the kitchen and looked at my mother who was making coffee.


"Mom," I moaned. " I don't feel good. I might puke." I've been playing hookie since second grade with the excuse of sickness, so I pretty much have the whole sickness act down.
She came over and felt my forehead with her hand.


"Your burning up, I think you have a fever." She told me, the crease in her forhead getting slightly larger, my illness-face still there. I took hot water on a wash cloth and set it on my forehead when I was washing my face so as to seem like I had a fever. It wasn't necessary, but I wanted to gurentee she thought I was sick.


"Do you want to stay home?" She then asked, removing her hand from my forehead and going back to the coffee maker.

"Yeah." I replied, sitting down on the floor.

"Well sitting down on the ground isn't going to cure you." My amazingly smart mother said.

"It tis not the ground, oh wise one, but thy floor. Ground implies it is outside, presumably in the woods that Slenderman happens to frequent. Often." I told her in my best Midnight Summer's Dream voice. I was really channeling Puck, you know?

"Well whatever it is, you should get off it and you lie down." She said, still not facing me.

"Ugg." I groaned. "Fine." I got up and walked up the stairs, using the hand rail to drag myself. When I got to my room, I

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