• I started to feel sick and dizzy, like the world was spinning-almost flying-around me. I was in the hallway, slowly walking towards the nearest garbage can. Almost there…so close…TOO LATE! I had already thrown up on the floor. I have no idea what there was to throw up, though, considering that I had not eaten anything all day. Oh, Gosh…it was coming back up again. This time I tried to run as fast as I can to the can, but of course, with my luck, I had to slip and fall into my own barf and throw up again. All of the students around me were laughing, except one--an average looking girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. Her name was unknown to me. She started coming towards me, she had a roll of paper towels in her hand. When, she was finally close to me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

    “Are you okay?” She asked.

    “Uh, not exactly. I think I need to go to the nurse,” I said.

    “I think you should go do that. Wipe your face first and I’ll clean up the mess.” She handed me a beautifully scented paper towel.

    I was off to the nurse’s office with my dirty, messed up clothing. The look on her face made me feel self-conscious and uncomfortable. Only if she knew how I had felt. The nurse, Mrs. Font, took my temperature. It was a normal 98.6 degrees, which was strange. Mrs. Font was confused and started asking questions and giving me lectures.

    “Mr. Eric, you’ve been coming in here a lot lately. Have you been eating regularly?”

    “Not really.”

    “And why not? Do you know what that does to your body if you’re not getting the vitamins and minerals you need?”

    “Yes, I am aware, Mrs. Font. Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t always have the time to eat. I come home from school, do my homework, and then, I work out right after. Then, I go straight to bed,” I answered back nastily.

    “Excuse me? Instead of trying to get “pumped” or whatever, you should eat dinner! Don’t skip it all the time. You won’t even get the muscles you want unless you eat!”

    “Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” She was starting to get on my nerves.

    “How many bottles of water do you drink a day?”

    “Maybe like two or three.”

    She walked to the mini-refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. She almost shoved it in my face.

    “Take this and drink it all now. You don’t want to get dehydrated. Go lie down for a bit,” I walked to the bed and once I lied down, I felt like someone punched me in the stomach.

    “OWCH! WHAT THE…” The pain was torture and as the pain starting to ease, she walked in and held my hand.

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