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I grab a cup and fill it up with the coffee, a lot of cream and a little bit of sugar.
I take it to the living room and just sit on the couch.
This is gonna be a long trip, I can tell that much already.
I sip some of my yummy coffee.
I lay down, close my eyes and finally go to sleep
~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Twinkie wake up! You have to go to school."
My head feels funny, and my stomach doesn't feel too well either maybe it's just cause I just woke up.
I open my eyes to see Caramel leaning over the couch, looking at me.
"You okay? You look all pale and stuff."
I shake my head. "I don't feel too good, but I'm ok it's probably cuz I just woke up." I say, my voice weak.
"Ok well, you gotta go to school now and you need to hurry, Brandon is driving you to school and he's gonna leave you if you're not ready."
I get up but as soon a s I stand I'm instantly dizzy.
"Jeez."
"Kayoko are you sure you're ok?"
"Yah I'm fine CarMax, chill."
"Well there is breakfast in the kitchen if ya want."
"I don't have the stomach to eat right now."
"Oh ok."
I walk up the stairs and go take my shower.
When I get out I put on a mini skirt and a low neck tee.
And no, the shower didn't help. I still feel like crap.
Caramel walks in the room as I'm brushing my hair.
"You want me to put the make-up on?"
"Yah that would help." My voice is still weak, Damn.
She goes inside my suitcase and pulls about the make-up bag that Rachel apparently put in there.
She sits by me and starts to make me look like a Barbie.
Ugh.
"So after you get out of school today we have to train some more. Chris is going to be at the school in case something happens and I'm going to do some resource." She says as she applies stuff on my lips.
"Ok."
"Are you sure your ok to go to school, I mean you look dead."
Gee thanks.
I sigh. "Ok, I'll go to the nurse when I get there and they'll send me home if I have a temp. Happy?"
"Not really."
I roll my eyes.
When she finishes I go downstairs where my 'brother' is waiting.
"What's your problem?" He asks me.
You! I don't say it, I should have but I decide not to, I really don't feel like fighting this morning.
"I don't feel good."
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