A few days went by, and we present our lab in front of the class tomorrow. We were already done so all I need to do is get a good nights sleep. I put my head down on my pillow and fell right asleep.
I woke up not feeling well. I guess I'm just nervous though, because it feels like I have butterflies in my stomach. I put my best outfit on and went to school. By the time I got off the bus I was feeling so nauseous. Since science was first period, all I had to do was present the lab with Hayes, then go to the nurse and go home.
The teacher called out partnerships and I was hoping ours would be soon so I could go home.
"Hayes, I'm not feeling very well..."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm just really nauseous"
"Can you do the presentation? Or do you want me to take you to the nurse now?"
"I think I can do it"
"Ok, let me know if you change your mind baby"
The next few groups went and finally we were called up. Everything was going fine until I ran out of the room and ran to the bathroom. I threw up a few times and then went to the nurse. I got sent home. I guess it was just a freak thing.
