Kiara
I woke up the next morning, into a heart shaped box of chocolate. I smiled and raised out of bed. I approached the box and read the note.
"I love you Kiara, if you want to talk to me anytime, I'm in my room 24/7. I love you big head :)"
I smiled, and opened the box. The box was filled with caramel dipped chocolates. I smiled to myself, and grabbed one, taking a small bite out of it. Suddenly, my head started to hurt, and I took a big inhale, and exhale. I stuffed the rest in my mouth, and went to sit on my bed. My mother then barged into the room.
"Good morning sleepy head," she smiled. I cringed due to my headache. "Hey m-mama," I replied, holding my head. "What's the matter?" she asked. "I have a big headache," I whined. "Aw, you need a tylenol?" mom asked. "I-I think so," I nodded. She left out my room, and a few seconds later, she came back into my room with two tylenol pills. I took them.
"Thank you mama," I smiled, popping them into my mouth. My mom gave a bottle of water and I drank the pills down. "I'll try to lay down, and see if the headache will go away," I said. She nodded, and left out the room. I laid back on my bed, and the headache began to thrive in my head. It felt as if I had a drum beating in my head.
"MOM!" I yelled. She quickly came to my room. "What's the matter?" she asked. "The headache is worst," I began to softly cry. "Well, we're going to go get you seen," she said, helping me off of my bed. She helped me into some shoes, and to the car. We drove to the nearest hospital.
to be continued
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The Step Brother
Mystery / ThrillerI'm Kiara. Kiara Wilson. I am fifteen, turning sixteen. I used to have the best life any teen could ask for. But, then my mom married the wrong man. Don't get me wrong, I love my step dad. Just, my step brother. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
