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Chapter 11- The Gingerbread Man
When did things get so messed up?? I rolled over in bed and finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Or maybe it wasn’t dreamless and I just forgot about having it. I’ve always wondered about that.
“I’m breaking the habits!!” Linkin Park blasted through the speakers of my phone. 6:00 am. Grrr… I groaned and wiped my eyes. I swung my legs over the bed and almost regretted it immediately.
A sharp pain seared through my head and and equally sharp pain went through the lower left side of my stomach.
Snickerdoodles.
What day is it? How could I not realize? I groaned and hobbled over to the bathroom.
I grabbed a pad, too lazy for a tampon. Of all the days. Well, at least I had a test today in math. I chuckled. Not anymore. I groaned and reached for the medicine cabinet. WHERE ARE THOSE FUDGING PILLS?!?!?!
I sighed in relief, clutching the familiar bottle for dear life as another wave of pain crashed over me. I quickly popped some pills into my mouth and swallowed them.
It was reallly hot… I stripped down to my bra and panties. Oh dear Cheeseburger.
I snuggled into my bed before rolling over to sleep again; hoping for some sort of release from the pain.
There was a knock on my door. Ignore it and it will go away. I told myself.
Ignore it.
Knock.
Ignore it.
Knock. Knock.
Ignore it.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“AHHH sjdbgkbdifblusvbkhfbak” I screamed into my pillow. Now that I was awake, I could clearly feel the pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and to top it off, my nose was even pinker than usual. I sighed and rolled my eyes throwing on my glasses.
“Go. The. FUDGE. AWAY.” I yelled while throwing on a pair of shorts and a long sleeve shirt. My arms were cold.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Miss Christopher.” It was Cynthia.
I groaned. “What??”
“You have a visitor.” A visitor?
“Is it Lindella?”
“No Miss. It’s-”
“Is it Lucas?” I croaked. My throat hurts.
“No Miss. It’s-”
“Did they bring throat drops?”
There was murmuring on the other side of the door.
“No, but-”
“No? Then tell them to go away.”
“But he-”
“I. DONT. CARE.” I groaned to no one in particular. “I can’t go to school today.”
“Are you okay Miss?”
Do I sound okay?! I wanted to hiss but I refrained seeing as though she actually cared.
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