CHAPTER 16 "SICK"
School soon ended quickly to my surprise.  I had to get the detention slip signed before the day of my detention. Next thing I knew, I was finishing my math homework. Pythagorean Theory. Exciting! 

As if it was planned, right after I finished the last problem, my mom called me out to eat dinner. Spaghetti and meatballs. Yum... During dinner, dad came home really late from work. A little later than usual, he just came home with a, "Yah, had to stay a little longer than usual for work."

I didn't each much as usual considering how much of a big appetite I had. It was a casual dinner. "Hows school?" Mom would ask. We would reply with a "Fine." and Mom would ask, "What did you learn?" And then, well you get the idea.

I hit the covers a little earlier than usual, me drowning in my thoughts after a quick shower, change into PJ's and a "Good night everybody!" with a "Good night." back.

I woke up to my alarm clock this time with a Spongebob tune. I mean don't get me wrong, I love Spongebob but if you have that tune playing over and over again waking you up from a good sleep? It gets annoying. 

Days till surgery? Days: 3. The waiting time was quite annoying. Each day I was closer to the surgery, I didn't want to do it. But when I wanted to get away from it, it was like time itself was mocking me. It was ANNOYING!

It was exactly 6:53. I looked around the apartment finding out that no one was awake,  I decided to sleep some more so I sank under my covers. I was almost drifted into sleep until I heard coughing. I ignored it until it got more rapid.

I heard the doors of my room open. What the? At the door was my sister, Elizabeth. She was pale but not white. I got up, heading towards her. "Are you okay Lizzie?" She replied, her voice weak and small, "I don't feel so good." 

I carried her up and took her back into her room. I understood what had happened. Elizabeth's window had been open the whole night. I haven't been in Elizabeth's room many times.

It was small but spacious. She had a bed next to the window, a small messy desk in the corner of the room away from the bed, and a bookcase in another corner. Posters and pictures hung in her room. She must've caught a cold. I closed the window and wrapped her in a warm blanket and hugged her tight. "Sis? Bathroom, now. Please?"

"Okay." I unwrapped her from the blanket and we went towards the bathroom. When we were 1/3 there, she ran. I didn't understand till I reached her in the bathroom. She was on her knees, leaning over the toilet. She was throwing up. Eugh. I rushed to her side and patted her back. She was throwing up the spaghetti we ate yesterday night.  I won't describe it to you because it'll gross you out. 

When it seemed it had stopped, I asked her, "Are you okay?" she nodded but had a scrunched up face. I gave her a cup of tap water for her to rinse. She rinsed multiple times and I gave her candy, then gum to get rid of the flavor. 

I flush the toilet because I was getting nauseous from the smell. "The taste in your mouth better?" I asked her after a few moments of silence. "Yeah, thanks but can you not tell mommy?". 

"Well, I'll have to first find your temperature." I found an old thermometer and had Lizzy lay down. "Here, stick this under your tounge and don't take it out till I tell you to." I put it in her mouth and left her to check what a person's average temperature was. What? I forget.

It was 98.6^F. "Heather?" I heard Lizzy called. I ran into her room, "Yes?" Then I noticed the thermometer was in her hand. "Why'd you take it out?"

"Sorry Heather. It was being uncomfortable. It said 98.9 Is that normal?"  I didn't know much about sickness but it seemed fine enough. "Heather, promise you won't tell mommy?" I nodded not sure what to say. "Just go back to sleep." But her eyes were already closed.

I went back to my room and check the time. 7:50. I missed the bus! I was going to be late. I got ready  in black black shorts and a long, loose, sleeved, striped black and gray shirt.

I ran out with my backpack, hair in a messy bun, and a half eaten eggo in my hand. It was windy but the sun was out and radiating heat. Halfway running to school, I started wondering why I hadn't asked my mom or dad to give me a ride here. I muttered to myself, calling myself an idiot.

I checked the time but realized I had forgotten my phone. I ran faster, the wind stinging my eyes and face but was sweating. I reached school at, in an estimated time, 8:27.