Chapter 1
“M-mom?” I barely get out through severe coughs.
“Carry! Are you alright?” She asks worriedly. I’ve never been this sick. I’m a very healthy kid, “honey! Honey! Sit down! Let me get you some pills and water. Sit down Carry!”
“No, no I ---“ before I can finish I crash down on the floor whimpering.
(Whimpering is kind of my thing)
“CARRY?! OH MY GOD!” She is ballistic. She’s picked up the phone and is ready to dial 911 in a time span of 2 seconds.
“Mom! Wait!” I’m practically choking on my tears, “Don’t call!”
“Carry, what the hell do you mean don’t call?!” She is screaming hysterically now.
“Mom, I—,” I can’t continue because I can’t hide my laughter as coughs anymore and I’m basically all tired out from laughing aka coughing from earlier.
“Carry…” Uh oh She’s mad now. “CARRY YOU GET YOUR CLOTHES ON AND CATCH THE BUS FOR THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU SCARED THE PEE OUT OF ME JUST TO GET OUT OF THIS! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! GET OUT OF MY FACE! AND TAKE THE BUS HOME BECAUSE I’M NOT PICKING YOU UP AFTER SCHOOL!”
“But MOMMMMMMM,” I start to whine.
“I don’t want to hear it! You caused it! You caused it!” She screams. I know there’s no use talking anymore and go up to my room and get ready.
I know that I scared her but I didn’t mean any harm. I didn’t really plan on falling down to the floor dramatically (but it was damn funny bahahhaha). It was improv I guess. The only reason I don’t want be at school for the first day is because they have a big long school assembly at 10. All they talk about is how they are so excited for the new school year, bullying policies and what to do if anything were to happen to you. Like I’m going to need to k now any of that! Besides, all the teachers have cold faces meaning that they could care less if we all dropped out and most of the student are down each other’s throats making out anyway… real matures ladies and gentlemen. I swear they should have a condom machine in the cafeteria instead of that fizzycool soda machine.
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
It’s my cellphone some must have texted me.
Anna Is Ze Best: Heyy first day of school :P blechhhh
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Finding Wingade
Teen FictionCarry Wingade is a sophomore in high school; she is going through that ‘find yourself’ stage. Through this search,she qill find a unique gift for writing and will unwrap its full potential. She wants to be completely holy, but gossip is too involved...
