Again it will be bad but here goes.
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Michael woke up. His stomach was churning. He tried to fall back asleep but when he tried he felt worse. A wave of nausea hit him. He tip-toe ran into the bathroom where he gagged but nothing came up. He went back to bed and fell into a restless sleep.
Michael... Mikey you need to get up. Calum stood above him. "Just a few more minutes" Michael moaned. "NOPE! Your already late" Calum's cheery voice replied. Uh. Michael slowly sat up his stomach doing flips. He walked into the kitchen where the smell of the food made him nauseous. He tried not to think of food. "What do you want to eat?" Ashton asked michael.
"Um toast."
"Ok"
The toaster popped and the buttery, warm toast was put in front of Michael. He tried to eat but he started to feel worse. He got up to get dressed leaving his untouched breakfast behind. "Michael don't you want your toast?" Ashton called
"I'm not hungry"
He walked into the bathroom. He splashed cool, refreshing water on his burning face. Im sick he thought to him self. He pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and shoes.
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Was it good?
Should I continue?
