Rolling out of bed I felt horrible. I sighed and walked to the bathroom where Grace was doing daily her make up. I sighed and cupped my hands under the sink and brought them to my face. I turned off the sink and headed back to my room.
I grabbed my thermometer and put it against my forehead, it went off and I groaned. 103.4° is not what I wanted. Grabbing my phone I called the schools number, four rings went off until the phone was picked up.
"This is Sarah Lee speaking, how may I help you?"
"I would like to call in sick, I have a fever." I said going to my dresser to grab some fuzzy socks.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Emma Stone" I said smiling at my cinnamon roll fuzzy socks.
"Alright, Miss Stone. Please rest for the day and we will send someone to drop off your homework for the day. Get well soon."
Before I could reply she hung up the phone. I shrugged and changed into a comfy sick day clothes. Or as I call it lazy wear.
I got back into bed and went on my phone. Grace entered my room I looked up then went back onto Snapchat.
"And why aren't you out of bed?"
"I have a fever."
She laughed "imagine being sick the day we have a Spanish test."
I groaned "I'll study for it, okay?"
She raised her eyebrows "that's most likely not going to happen you know?"
"Oh I'm perfectly aware. I'll probably just watch movies all day and beat all the NPC'S in Mario cart. I'm great at winning you know."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I have to meet Harper at the dining hall. I'll see you during lunch or after school, Alright?"
I gave her a thumbs up "don't worry I'll be fine."
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I made angry faces at my laptop. I hate Rose! That door could have fit Jack as well! But no, she just had to be extra and didn't feel like saving the love of her life. If I was rose I would happily get Jack in the door with me.
And why does Leonardo DiCaprio have to be so fucking hot. Like he's was a total eleven out of ten but now he's just a six. He had a huge glow down, and that's a fact.
There isn't many young hot actors these days. Like we have Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Evans, but they are all like in their late thirty's? I don't know I should pay more attention to actors.
My thoughts and anger went on pause when I heard a knock on the door. I clumped out of bed and opened the door to the bastard who got me in this mess.
"Your still wearing my hoodie?" He asked smirking.
"One, it's comfortable. Two, it smells nice. Three, is very soft on the inside."
"Or you just like me."
I gagged in response "so why are you here?"
"I have all of your homework, and I got you soup."
"Soup?" I asked.
"Yes hot tomato soup always helps people when sick. Plus it's kinda my fault that your here sick, when you should be in class."
At least he admits it.
"Alright I appreciated the soup, but you need to get going. I'm super sick and it would be a huge shame if you were to get sick too."
"Mhm a huge shame. Think of all the people who would miss me." He said while I shoved him out the door.
"No one would miss you." And with that I gently closed the door.
Walking to the kitchen I got a spoon and pulled the lid off the steaming tomato soup. I put the spoon into the soup, I blew on the soup to cool it down. I placed the spoon into my mouth, my eyes widening.
This is the best soup I have ever had.
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