I was sitting in maths when the sick feeling first hit me. It was more just a sense of discomfort that made me squirm in an attempt to make it go away. I stared down at my stomach, wondering what was going on.
I sighed and decided to just ignore it for now. It was hardly noticeable anyway, I'd survive.
Maths felt super long, but then again, last period always drags on forever. By the time the bell finally went I was almost falling asleep on the desktop. Georgia was beside me, literally poking me every now and then to keep me awake. I stuffed my bag and zipped it up, standing as I swung it carelessly over my shoulder.
"Bye J!" Georgia waved before she disappeared in the swarm of people leaving the classroom. She was always in a rush on Wednesdays because she had track after school. I hung back, not in the mood to push through everyone. It meant I was one of the last to leave but I didn't really mind.
I caught myself rubbing my stomach unconsciously as I walked out the school gates. I huffed and dropped my hand back to my side. It was nothing to fuss over, I'd get home, take a dump, and I'd be fine.
I zoned out and accidentally took the long route home, the way I went when I had to pick Mara up on the way. Today wasn't one of those days, which I realised when I came to a stop in front of the empty primary school. Dad had picked her up already. Usually picking Mara up from school was Mum's job but she was away this week for work. I didn't ask too many questions, all I knew was that it was a 'really good opportunity.'
I grumbled at myself and swore as I carried on. I absolutely hated this way. There were so many hills and I was already tired.
When I finally got home I felt dead on my feet and didn't even bother to stop for a snack before tramping up to my room and throwing myself onto my bed for an afternoon nap. It wasn't routine for me or anything but there were just those days when I needed to just shut my eyes for an hour or so before dinner.
I curled in on my strangely uneasy stomach and hugged a pillow tight to my chest as my breathing slowed.
I must've fallen asleep reasonably quickly because I couldn't even remember rolling over. I woke to Dad shaking my shoulder and saying something about dinner. I yawned and nodded, sitting up and running my hands through my newly knotted hair.
Dad seemed happy enough that I was getting up and left the room just as my phone buzzed from inside my pocket. I wearily dug it out and opened the message from Kade.
'Meet in the park and go thru some training b4 the big game?'
I sighed and hovered my fingertips over the keys hesitantly. Extra training would be a great help, but I wasn't really feeling it. I had a championships football game on Friday and we were playing for the title, I probably needed all the practice I could get.
'Having dinner, sorry can't' I text Kade back. It was true, I just had to hope he didn't suggest another time. I loved football, I don't even know why I didn't want to go. I guess I was just too tired. Even after my nana nap I still felt like sleeping more.
'excuses excuses, alright man, training after school 2moro anyway right?'
'yeah' I messaged him back simply and chucked my phone back onto my mattress. I yawned into the back of my hand and made my way to the table.
I had forgotten about my dodgy stomach until I walked in on the smell. It wasn't a bad smell, Dad had always been a pretty decent cook, but for whatever the reason it seemed to be messing with me a little. I swallowed and took my seat.
"You like nachos right Jack?" Dad raised and eyebrow at me quizzically. I relaxed my face, realising that I was grimacing slightly. "Yeah, I like anything."
Dad sighed in relief, "whew, for a second there I thought I'd messed up. I wouldn't want you to go hungry."
"I'm hungry..." Mara's bottom lip curled up sadly as she stared down at her empty plate, scraped clean of pretty much everything.
Dad laughed, "whoa you got through all that pretty quick huh? Come on then, let's go get some more sweetheart."
He took her hand and her plate and the disappeared into the kitchen.
I took a bite of my own dinner unsurely. My stomach didn't seem to get any worse so I carried on, chewing the through the entire plate while being a part of the chattering and bickering between Dad and Mara.
After eating I put my plate in the dishwasher and headed over to the toilet.
Unfortunately emptying out my bowels and bladder didn't end up having the desired effect and my stomach still felt weird, and it was beginning to cramp. I frowned and drunk some water before heading back to my room to get some homework.
Enthralling stuff, I know.
I finished up an hour or so later and while I'd usually bunker down with a movie or something I found that I didn't even have the motivation to do something as simple as that. Sleep just seemed so much more inviting. I ran my hand over my forehead as I shut my blinds and changed my stuffy uniform shorts. I better not be coming down with something.
This upcoming game was big deal, and that was putting it lightly. I couldn't afford to miss it. If I got sick now I was totally screwed.
I shook the thoughts out of my head as I took my shirt off. No, I'd wake tomorrow morning feeling fresher than ever and ready to work my ass off at training in preparation for the game. I'd be alright.
I switched off the lights and clambered into bed, swearing as my knuckles collided with the bed frame painfully. I ended up pulling the blanket up over the top of the duvet as it was colder tonight. I was really regretting not putting on any socks but at the same time I definitely wasn't getting out of bed again.
No matter what I did I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. I tossed and turned, changing positions every three minutes but I just couldn't drop off. My bed felt awkward and uncomfortable and the darkness was all shadowy and freaky when I opened my eyes. After a while I'd had enough. I forced my eyes to stay closed and my body to just stay still, silently begging myself over and over to just fall asleep. I was so damn frustrated and tired.
Somehow I did manage to get some sleep, but I'm not sure how much it was before I woke up again. I remembered it being cold earlier, but when I shifted slightly I noticed how hot it had gotten. I'd literally made my sheets damp with sweat.
Groggy and still half asleep I kicked the blanket and duvet off. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep but it was no use, my brain was waking up and I was quickly coming to the realisation that I was feeling like total shit.
I groaned and sat up, wiping the disgusting sweat from my face.
"Oh no, no no no no no..." I croaked as my stomach convulsed and rolled dangerously. I felt hot and weak when I stood but I needed to get to the bathroom before I puked everywhere. It was a bit of a blur, but I got there in the end, just in time to heave up a fair amount of the nachos I'd had for dinner.
It was hard, but I tried to be quiet.
Dad was a pretty heavy sleeper and Mara hopefully just wouldn't recognise the noises I was making. If I could just stay quiet Dad would never know.
I had to play the game tomorrow. Sick or not, I'd be on that field.
Panting and dizzy I fell away from the toilet, landing on my bum. I wiped my mouth on a piece of toilet paper and tried to collect my thoughts. If this was going to work I was going to need a clear head.
I was so lucky Mum was away. While Dad was reasonably gullible, Mum would have me figured out in all of a glimpse. I could fool Dad, hopefully until Friday afternoon.
I burped under my breath and scrabbled back up over the toilet, knowing exactly what was coming next. Thankfully there was no sight of Dad and nothing from Mara either. I washed my mouth out, popped some pills and then dragged myself off to bed. I needed all the sleep I could get.
I dreamed of being all better when I woke but sadly that wasn't the case and I felt just as awful as I had last night while I was retching over the toilet. My stomach was crampy and sore, and somehow churning and nauseous at the same time. I had a bit of a headache now too and my entire body just felt like it had aged eighty years overnight. Every twitch ached and getting out of bed made me question whether I'd really make it to the game.
Then Dad came to stand in the doorway and I shot him the widest smile I could manage. Of course I'd make it the game, I'd probably be feeling better by then anyway.
At school I made it through first period and half of second before having to leave for the bathroom, my stomach twisting and trying to come up again. When I got back after ten solid minutes of throwing my guts up my teacher had a few questions about the amount of time I was gone and why I looked so pale. I stuttered out a few replies so unbelievable that they made me cringe but she didn't seem to care that much. I sat back down and tried to get through the work I was supposed to do.
Throughout the day I threw up another three times. Thankfully nobody saw or asked about any of it. Not even my best friends. I thought for sure either Georgia or Kade would point it out to me but so far they hadn't said a word. I supposed Kade was too pumped for the game to notice anything, and Georgia was hardly around for the most of the day. That girl is part of way too many clubs, I swear there's four of her.
When I get up out of my seat at the ringing of the final bell my head swims and I have to grab onto my desk to balance myself. My stomach's empty, as far as I can tell, so I'm pretty sure I'm mostly in the clear with that part of this bug but now I had to get through two hours of footballs training feeling like I was about to fall over.
Kade knocked my shoulder enthusiastically as we made our way to the gym to change before heading down to the field. He was chattering away excitably and honestly it was making my head hurt.
I held tightly onto the wall as I got into my training gear. I didn't know I was going to be this unsteady on my feet. A quiet whimper accidentally slipped through the guards I had up as my stomach lurched. Nothing came up luckily, but Kade still caught the whimper.
"Hey dude, you good?" He questioned, straightening me with a hand on my shoulder. I swallowed, "yeah, I'm great."
Fuck my throat hurt. My voice sounded kind of dodgy too.
"I thought I heard-"
"It was my shoe" I swallowed again, "come on, let's go."
Kade nodded in agreement and we left the changing room.
Training didn't go as badly as it could've, that was for sure. Once the adrenaline kicked in I found that I could manage to at least run without just falling over and even though my muscles were all hurting and I wanted to sit down I could zone out and just do as I was told, like auto-pilot. Although I did stumble a few times I thought I did alright.
I was trying to drink a bit of water when I heard my name being called. I turned to see my coach waving me over. I put my bottle down and walked over, keeping my hands away from my middle.
"Hey Jackson, I just wanted to check in with you. You seemed a bit tired today, and you look kind of pale. Is everything okay?"
I nodded my head fervently and lied, "yeah, course, I'm good. I just didn't sleep that good last night. I'm fine though."
After nodded my head like that I was feeling kind of light-headed but I forced myself to stay standing, focus on Matt, ignore the dizziness.
Matt smiled, "Okay, that's good kid. I'll see you tomorrow then, make sure you go to bed a bit earlier tonight."
"I will" I agreed as he walked away. A sigh of relief left my lips, that was close. My shoulders slumped and I dragged myself over to collect my stuff. I was so tired. I just wanted to curl up in a ball on the grass and go to sleep.
I shrugged my jacket on and pulled my bag onto my back. I could've sworn it had gotten heavier since I last had it on. It dug into my spine and just made me even more frustrated with everything.
And now I had to walk all the way home.
I came to the conclusion that in fact my stomach was not empty as I heaved into some poor old ladies perfectly sculpted and greener than life bushes. I groaned to myself and looked around to make sure no one had seen.
When I got home Mara was waiting for me to help with her maths homework. I brushed my teeth so she wouldn't smell anything nasty on my breath and then joined her at the kitchen table, wiping the sweat form my brow. I pulled my jacket close to stop the shivering and got to work explaining the few equations she was stuck with. Usually I enjoyed helping her understand things but today it felt like such a chore and I was beginning to feel like I might be sick again.
"Jackson! I didn't even realise you were home! How was training?" Dad grinned as he moved past, going into the kitchen. I cleared my throat, "hard, gotta be ready for tomorrow."
"You'll be great tomorrow, especially with Mara and me there to cheer you on!" He encouraged loudly. I winced, "yeah, definitely."
Mara giggled and kissed my cheek, "you know I'm good luck Jacko!"
I smiled shortly and stood up, telling my knees to quit shaking so hard.
"Don't bother going anywhere Jack, I'm just getting dinner ready" Dad called. I grunted and sat back down, secretly holding my stomach under the table. I discretely gagged into my hand when it suddenly decided to rock violently. I hadn't eaten anything all day and I knew that I needed to. I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the morning if I didn't have at least something in my system. If I could refrain from vomiting maybe I could actually gain some energy overnight.
God knows I needed it.
When Dad came out balancing three plates of roast beef I gagged again, hiding it with a cough. It had to be meat. I just hoped I could stomach it.
Mara and Dad tucked in right away while I slowly cut the meat into little pieces. I put one in mouth and instantly had to swallow a thousand times to get rid of the insane amount of saliva that filled my mouth. Don't be sick, don't be sick, don't be sick, I chanted to myself over and over again. Dad definitely wouldn't let me play after I vomited all over the dinner table.
I tried the mashed potato and was happy to find that it was a lot easier to handle than the beef. I didn't even have to chew. It was hard, but I finished that off. The rest seemed kind of daunting. I already felt sick enough and I had a sinking feeling that keeping myself from vomiting was a fight I wasn't going to win.
"Eat up Jack, you need your strength for tomorrow" Dad winked, but I saw the worried look behind it all. Maybe he was more observant than I gave him credit for.
I chucked another cube of beef into my mouth and chewed with a forced smile, "don't I know it, Matt was going on for ages about eating and sleeping at training today."
"You should probably catch and early one then, you're looking very peaky today."
I gulped, my lips twitching as I almost choked on the beef in my mouth.
"I know, Matt said the same thing."
When I knew that Dad and Mara wouldn't see, I stood and scraped the rest of my dinner into the bin. They were in front of the TV laughing at some stupid cartoon.
I took some more pills and retreated away into my bedroom where I could simmer in my own self pity without any seeing. I didn't think I'd ever felt sicker in my life.
That night I sneaked out to the kitchen to grab a bowl in case I was sick again so that I wouldn't have to try stumble to the bathroom. My bedroom was further away from Dad's room than the bathroom anyway, so it made everything less risky.
The bowl ended up being something I was very very very thankful I had thought to grab. When I woke in the middle of the night drowning in nausea and shivering from what I believed to be a high fever all I had to do was flop of the side of the bed and open my mouth. Easy as that. Or it would've been if I hadn't thrown up so much. It felt like at least triple what I had eaten, which was impossible but it seriously felt like a lot.
In the morning I got up before everyone else and staggered to the bathroom to shower and rinse out the bowl. I sprayed deodorant everywhere and quickly got under the hot water, plopping onto my butt on the bottom of the shower. Standing was way too risky, plus I needed to conserve all the energy I could for tonight's game.
As I was ever so slowly getting into my school uniform an all too familiar feeling washed over me and I switched the tap on full blast. I collapsed in front of the toilet to release more of my awful stomach's contents. It just wouldn't let up. I didn't know what to do.
I could hardly get my breath back when I was finished, not to mention how dizzy everything was. Spinning around like a sick carousel. I felt like I couldn't move.
"I need to wash my hands!" Mara rapped on the bathroom door. Whimpering quietly I grabbed onto the edge of the vanity and pulled myself onto my feet.
"Two seconds" I croaked. I splashed some water on my face and hid the clean bowl in the cupboard, then sprayed more deodorant.
When I opened the door Mara simply skipped over to the sink, not giving me a second look.
I went out to lay on the couch for ten minutes before I had to leave if I wanted to make it to school in time. I must've fallen asleep because next thing I know Dad is shaking me awake, "Oi Jack, you gonna be late!"
I gasped and jolted onto my feet, "what's the time?"
"Too late for you to walk. I'll drive you, it's okay. Are you ready? Do you have everything you need for the game?"
I nodded and picked up the bag I'd prepared last night, "yup, all sorted. Thanks. I didn't mean to- uh, fall asleep."
Dad shook his head, an unreadable look on his face, "are you feeling okay? Seriously, you look pretty bad."
I huffed, "I'm fine Dad, can we just go? I don't want to miss science."
Dad sighed and pushed me gently towards the garage where the car was parked, "go get in, I'll grab Mara."
I stayed quiet on the way to school, pretending to be distracted by my phone. Dad tried asking a few questions but my answers were so bland and boring I think he just gave up. When we pulled up in front of the school a few minutes later he told me to have a good day and get pumped for the game. I told him goodbye and he drove off, leaving me swaying on the side of the road.
Straight away my posture crumpled and I staggered over to lean against the gates before I could properly hit the ground. This was way harder than I thought it was going to be. My stomach was so upset, my body temperature was completely out of whack and I'd thrown up so many times I could hardly stand up. How the fuck I was supposed to play later on was a mystery to me. Maybe this was a bad idea.
The bell rung within the walls of the school and I picked myself up to walk to science. I'd made it this far. Maybe if I just held on a little longer I'd start feeling better.
Kade's eyes went wide when I walked into the classroom and instantly I felt like turning and running straight out. I sat down beside him, carefully avoiding his gaze.
"Dude..." he trailed off quietly, shocked, "what happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" I frowned, acting all confused. I knew I looked like crap. White as paper, bloodshot eyes, massive black bags, my whole figure was literally shaking. I'd seen it all in the mirror that morning.
"You- I mean, jesus christ, are you dying?" Kade questioned.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm fine Kade."
"You don't look it."
"Well, you shouldn't judge someone by their looks" I rasped, rubbing my tummy under the desk where he couldn't see. I silently pleaded it to just be calm, at least for now while Kade was watching me so closely.
Thankfully the lesson started before Kade could ask any more questions. We didn't do anything but take notes which nice and simple to complete, even though my brain was way too exhausted to comprehend much.
Unfortunately Kade saw my little dizzy spell when I stood. I'd reached out to grab the desk and would've fallen in he hadn't grabbed onto me.
"What the fuck Jack? If you don't tell me what's going on right now-"
"Nothing's going on." I blinked the rest of the black away, planting my feet firmly on the ground and brushing Kade's grip away.
"Yes it is, I don't know what, but I do know that if you try to play like this you're going to kill yourself" Kade said.
I rolled my eyes at how dramatic he was being. I wasn't going to kill myself. That would just be unlucky.
"Did you get any sleep last night?" Kade said, pulling me back down into my chair before I had a chance to try stop him. I was probably too weak anyway.
I nodded stubbornly, "full eight hours, for your information."
"You're lying." He squinted at me. I didn't say anything.
My stomach started churning more and I cast a desperate look at the door. I had to get out of there.
"Look, I've got to get to class K. Can we talk l-"
I gagged hard all of a sudden and kicked out, scraping the legs of the chair across the ground as I slid a couple of inches away from Kade. I didn't exactly want to be throwing up in front of him at all, but if I had to I'd much prefer not literally doing it on him.
The teacher reacted before Kade did.
"No, out of my classroom! You can't puke in a science lab!"
She rushed over and manhandled me out of my seat as gently as a manhandle could be. I was directed out of the classroom on my weak noodle legs and then she grimaced and patted my back with an awkwardness I would've found amusing if I wasn't currently heaving up more mashed potatoes. At least the halls were empty.
Kade came out, dragging our bags on the floor behind him.
"I suggest you go see the nurse, I'll call someone to clean up" my teacher said and then she went back into her class, closing the door behind her and leaving Kade and I alone in the hall.
I moaned over the puddle I'd made and sagged agains the wall. It was too late to bother trying to hide anything now.
"I knew you looked shit, how long has this been going on? Why are you even at school?" Kade shot the questions at me quick fire, almost too quick for me to register. He was careful as he helped me away from the sick on the floor and then to sit down on the floor.
I coughed and rubbed my eyes, "that's the first time I've thrown up. I didn't know."
Apparently I was just a liar.
Even I thought I was about to tell him everything, but instead I was still lying. He'd worry more if he knew how many times I'd thrown up in the past 48 hours, and he might say something to his dad, our coach. Or worse, he might say something to my Dad.
Kade sighed, "so what's the deal then? Stomach bug? Oh god, what are you going to do this afternoon?"
His tone grew more panicked with every word.
I cleared my burning throat, "play."
Kade shot me a look.
"Don't, okay dude? Just help me up will you? I need to get to English."
"You're insane" Kade muttered in disbelief as he tugged me uncertainly to my feet. I shook and trembled but after a few moments I regained some kind of balance and thankfully after being sick my stomach was back to feeling empty and safe.
"Don't say anything to your Dad." I pointed a finger at Kade warningly.
"I'm not going to have to by the looks of you" he shrugged.
"Shut up..." I mumbled, "I'll see you at lunch."
"Fine. Just be careful okay? Tell someone if you need help."
"If that'll make you happy."
"Very. Now get to class."
"Gladly."
Lunch rolled around surprisingly quickly. I accidentally slept through English, and then French too. Georgia caught on pretty quickly today, considering she didn't have the slightest idea yesterday. She sat beside me in French and drew little patterns with her cool fingertips on my forearm until I fell asleep, saying that she'd finish up my work for me.
Real life Angel, that girl. I don't know what I'd do without her.
At lunch I refused to eat anything. Kade wasn't impressed but he didn't push too hard. If he'd known how many times I'd been sick it might've gone a little differently but I was glad to be left alone with my head resting on my arms. My body shook with silent heaves every now and then but nothing ever came up but spit which I could easily just swallow back down. No harm done.
I was so close to getting this damn game over with. I had been so excited about it just a few today's ago, but like a maras homework, it now felt like a chore. I had to play, there was no other option. Once I got it out of the way I could be sick without all this exhausting secrecy.
Last period, I had gym. I got out of it with a complaint to the teacher about needing to rest an old knee injury before the big game later. She asked me about my paleness too, just like pretty much all my other teachers over the last two days. I gave the same lie about not sleeping well and sat down to watch the hour go by.
I was about to fall asleep, yet again, when the bell finally rang. I eased up onto my feet, this time instantly staggering towards the ground. My head throbbed and my ears rang quietly as I struggled to pick myself up. Everything was spinning around me and it made it hard to find any type of grounding. A hand was on my shoulder and I forced my eyes to focus, it didn't matter where, as long as they weren't darting around and giving away how dizzy I was.
"It's me Mate, Kade. We're sitting back down."
My bum hit the wooden bench and I tucked my head between my knees, hoping it'd clear up the most of it. I was continuously foggy at this point but the dizziness made everything such a struggle.
"Okay, I'm good. Let's go." I nodded.
Kade inhaled deeply, "I don't know Jack."
I stood up, nowhere near as dizzy as I was before. I ignored him and instead walked into the changing room to change into my match uniform.
He caught up of course, I wasn't moving incredibly quickly.
I was grateful when he stayed silent while we changed and then all the way down to the field where people were already beginning to build. Sport wasn't the biggest deal at our school, especially when it was just a bunch of fifteen year olds, but it was for regional champions so I supposed people were at least a bit more interested.
The game didn't start until 4:30 so we had over an hour before we had to be ready to play.
While we were warming up I caught sight of Dad and Mara in the crowd, all dressed up in red with flags and all sorts, you'd think they were at a professional match. They both waved excitedly, I noticed the hesitation in Dad's movement as he ran his eyes over me. I smiled and tried to look energetic as I continued running the shuttles. I don't know how I was even moving.
I saw Kade whispering to his Dad at one point but try as I might I couldn't hear what they were saying. I did however see the guilty glance he shot my way as he spoke and that spoke volumes about what they were murmuring about. I wanted to run over and slap my hand over his mouth to make him be quiet.
Instead I just kept warming up. I could do this. Not much longer now.
A whistle blew and the game started. Everything was moving so fast I could hardly keep up. One second the ball was right there and the next it was all the way down the other end of the field. I couldn't even feel my legs anymore and the ringing in my ears was just getting louder and louder.
We were winning at least. I was subbed off the field after who knows how long and I immediately knew I needed to get to a bathroom, or at least away from everyone. I'd stupidly had some water after warming up and it was all about to come back up.
"I-uh-I need t-to go pee" I stuttered.
"You're done out there kid, I'm not putting you back on" Matt announced apologetically as he took hold of one of my shoulders.
My heart thudded, "wh-what?"
"Kade said you weren't well, I can see myself that you're in no condition for this."
"No, I am! I can do this! I want to play!" I exclaimed desperately.
"Jackson" Matt said simply, looking me dead in the eye. There was no talking him out of this. He'd made up his mind. Argh, I was so going to kill Kade.
"Whatever" I huffed angrily. I turned on my heel and stomped away in the direction of the bathroom in the strongest way I could manage. Out of view I was more elderly man like and then as I grew closer to the bathroom I was forced to break into a frantic run.
I had a realisation while I hung over the dirty school toilet with saliva dripping from my lips. Why the fuck did I put up so much of a fight? It was just a game, there would be other games. I was such an idiot, doing this to myself. I cursed and grumbled, not noticing someone coming into the bathroom.
"Oh Jack... Buddy, you should've told me you didn't feel well this morning! I knew something was up but I just thought it was something to do with the game. I'm so sorry, I should've kept you home or something."
Dad's voice was somehow the best thing I've heard all day. His big hand landed on my shoulder and I couldn't help but wriggle backwards into his arms.
"Damn it, you're really burning up..." He muttered, hands floating across my skin.
I was pretty comfortable until my stomach revolted and I had to move to throw up again.
Needless to say, it was painful as hell.
"I just really wanted to play..." I whimpered croakily.
"I know Bud, it's okay" Dad promised.
"Wanna know something? You can't get mad though." I looked up at him tearfully.
He cocked his head to the side and gave me a nod that said to go on.
I took a breath, "I threw up for the first time two nights ago."
Dad flinched, "what?"
"I was sick two nights ago."
"I didn't even know!"
"That was the point." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as fresh wave of pain pulsed through my head.
"Your Mum is going to kill me." he rubbed my back comfortingly.
I swallowed.
"Can we go watch?"
"You wanna stay? Geez, you're braver than I am."
"Yeah, I wanna stay. I'm okay for now."
Dad didn't seem too sure but he nodded anyway and then helped me up carefully. I clung onto him as we left the bathroom, glad to finally have someone to lean on.
Matt gave me a smile as I sat back down on the bench with Dad and Mara on either side. For once Mara was semi quiet, until we scored a goal and then she was all screaming and ripping my arm out of its socket.
When the game was finished we had won and everyone was so excited and happy. Jumping around like puppies and smiling so widely I was surprised they weren't splitting their lips. Kade apologised for telling but I wasn't really mad anymore. If I'd stayed out on the field much longer I probably would've passed out and that would've been a whole lot scarier than being taken off.q I got to plat for a but, which was better than nothing, and now I could spend the weekend relaxing and kicking back. After the last few days it sounded like heaven.
It's another six thousand word on loves, I honestly don't even know how this happened this time. Especially considering it was a single sitting. I just really hope it all makes sense, with longer ones it's harder to keep track of where the stories supposed to go haha.
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