tu wake up feeling just fine. It's your boyfriend's birthday and tu refuse to let anything bring tu down. tu barely make it to the bus, but why should tu care? tu made it, didn't you? The segundo bus tu board presents tu with an omen. Your best friend Blake isn't going to school today, so tu have to sit beside your less-friendly, más perverted and sexist friend Corwin. tu put up with his bragging until tu reach the school. Your ratty, out-of-the-way school in the countryside. It sickens you, it really does. First hora flies por with no troubles. tu have your major assignment done before the campana even rings. congratulations, you're not a total fucktard. segundo hora breezes by, as well. You're actually having little trouble with school, unlike normal. Third hora Physical Education is note-taking. A bit tedious, but nothing tu can't handle, right? Fourth hora art is way to easy for you, tu artistic little fucktard. However... Your stomach isn't feeling too hot. tu wave it off as your menstrual cycle, like tu always do, and continue to fifth hour. tu have a substitute. Your abdominal pains escalate... por the time it actually hurts to breathe is at lunch. tu sit por your acquaintance when HE shows up... That faggot Newby and his fat wench, Destiny. tu were actually good friends with Destiny until she started watching porn. Dear God, it went downhill from there. The two scumbag sit siguiente to tu for some reason. They try to steal your school lunch, but you've been starving all day, so tu won't let Destiny get her grubby hands on it. This is when the pain becomes unbearable. tu remove your glasses and headtable, not really feeling the impact. tu clutch your stomach and whine, while Newby steals your Cheetos. tu don't care. Oddly, tu don't care when Destiny reaches her tubby arms around your shoulders and hug-rapes you, confusing yourself. Eventually, though, you've had enough of her body heat, and tu shove her off. tu whine again, displaying your pain.
"Do tu need to see the nurse?" Destiny asked.
tu manage a 'nod' with your cheek on the cool table. tu could have easily fallen asleep there. Destiny reached over to your forehead, then recoiled. "Your face is hot."
Newby, obviously not paying attention stated, "Hers may be hot, which it is, but mine is hotter."
tu roll your eyes. How vain.
"Destiny, dump my tray," dicho Newby.
"No," she replied. tu grin evilly.
"Destiny, dispose of my food," tu command. Destiny stands, takes the red tray from beside your head, and walks off.
"Hey! Why'd tu do that for her?!" Newby demanded.
Destiny returned moments later. "Because I amor her."
DEAR GOD tu FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE NOW. tu whine and groan until Destiny pulls tu upwards por your elbow.
"Come on, let's go to the nurse."
tu obviously double over in pain. tu can't take this bullshit right now. You're heavily blaming your menstrual cycle. To make matters any worse--
"Hic! Ow..." tu whine. "Hic!"
JUST PERFECT.
Destiny drags tu from the cafeteria to the Nurse's office... who was two towns over at the moment. tu nearly rip your hair out. Your uterus and your stomach both feel like they're shriveling into those nasty prune thingies. tu make it down to the front office, barely. The front escritorio lady makes Destiny go to class and she makes tu climb the stairs again to get to the Nurse's office. Before tu can even lie down on the cot, tu sprint to the bathroom and proceed to vomit your breakfast, lunch, and last night's dinner. After tu flush, tu kind of just sit there for a second... Front escritorio lady is still in the siguiente room! tu take a moment... but tu leave the bathroom to see a concerned old lady.
"Are tu alright?" she asked.
"I just threw up, like, three times," tu tell her. She nods.
"I'll call up someone to take tu home."
Fifteen minutos later, she makes tu lie on the cot. It's cold in the nurse's office, and tu appreciate the lessening of your body temperature. tu slowly drift in and out of consciousness before tu fall asleep...
"Sierra... Sierra..." tu wake up to see your grandfather's face. He came to take tu home.

Before the día is done, you're at home, not eating, and on the computer. CB