Black and White, With a Hint of Red...

Chap. 1

(Ray P.O.V.)
"Hey, Ray." Norman said walking up casually.
"H-Hey Norman." I say almost instantly, while feeling a little sick but happy! I have a disease in which I have two ways to solve it. Sugary or feeling romantic feelings towards me from... well~. "Can you help me? My English grade is getting low." "Sure, when?" I say hoping not to hear what I know I'll hear. "How about after school on Friday! After I, hopefully, confess to Emma!" Norman said happily. Yep, that's right. He doesn't like me in any other way than,.... friendship.
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I feel myself gagging and tell him quickly,"Uhhh, Ya-Yeah!" as I run to the restroom as I feel blood down my chin from my mouth. I got there almost not in time! Thank the lord, I made it! But, when I remember what he says to me, I-.... anyway of course I make it to class late. The only people in school who know about my disease are my English teacher, Miss Crona, Anna, Don, and Gilda.
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Of course Gilda and Don are Norman and Emma's friends but, I told them to say nothing about my disease to them cause 1: Emma would freak out and worry too much, and Norman would start to feel awkward. Anyway later after class I hear Norman talking about Emma and feel the flowers of blue hydrangeas come up my throat. I run out of class again, Miss Crona watches me run out and come back in around 15 minutes later. Her face just reads 'that long of blood and hydrangeas?'. I nod at her and comes up to me to see if my mother, Isabella knows. I tell her that she knows and is trying her best to help. Crona nods and walks away to her desk looking back at me worriedly.
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I walk through the door and put my bag down and run up stairs to my room and slam my door shut. My mom peaks at me from her office as I run up to my room. She had her hair in a ponytail like always when working. I fall on my bed looking at my blanket in my face. I end up taking a nap before doing my homework. But, like always, I end up dreaming about Norman, throwing up my flowers, and feeling horrible until dinner. My homework is done, I have nothing to do until 6:45 o'clock pm, what do I do, think about Norman and puke hydrangeas.
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Yeah, this my life until dinner, then I end up waking up at night, just to throw up more. I don't want the surgery but if I don't get it I may never stop or even die. But I hope I can get Norman to like me back. "Honey, how long have you been in there?" "* gagging & choking* th- 30 *hurl* m-minutes..." Just by mom not answering I could tell she was worried.
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