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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 14, 2008 20:30:10 GMT -5
It was bad enough that he barely was at school as it was. It was even worse that when he was, something always went wrong. Whether it was getting bullied by the jocks, laughed at by the preps, or having to leave early before school ended because of his sister, there was always something happening to ruin his day. Today would be no different, though he had pretty much lived through most of it. It was about an hour and a half after lunch. Today, he actually had eaten cafeteria food, which would prove to be not such a good idea after all. Elliot honestly thought that he would have a good day, because someone actually was going to pick up his sister from kindergarten and babysit her, meaning he had the whole afternoon to himself!
Oh how wrong he was though, and he really should have expected it. It started off with a stomach ache, which got worse and worse as the clock ticked by. Then came the queasy light headed part, along with that came the sweaty palms. Before he could even ask to be excused, the teacher gave her student a weird look, pointing to the door. ”Elliot, take your things and go to the nurse.” Of course, he was up in a flash, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and dashing out of the room. Instead of going to the nurse, he ran straight to the bathroom, his footsteps echoing through the empty hall as he ran.
Ten minutes later, and Elliot reappeared with an empty stomach. Whatever the hell he had eaten had to of been bad, but whatever it was it was definitely out of his system at this point. His stomach ached, and his face was a shade paler than normal, as if that was possible. Elliot brushed his bangs out of his eyes and made a beeline for a coke machine, shoving quarters into it and selecting a sprite. Then he grabbed it and leaned against a wall in the hallway, slowly sliding down it until he was sitting on the ground. His trembling fingers wrapped around the lid of the drink and opened it. Slowly he took a small drink out of it, swallowed, and let out a sigh. There was no doubt in his mind that he probably looked like shit, and he felt like it too.
There was no way he was moving from this spot until school was over.
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Post by Charlie Wrighte on Jul 14, 2008 20:48:36 GMT -5
Boredom. That's what had hit Charlie the moment she set foot inside her history class. She despized the class so much that it was as though all the life was sucked out of her as she entered the room. She sat in her normal seat near the middle. Not the front but not the back, just the perfect spot to go un-noticed while she slept.
Her head against the desk she sat in, eyes closed she tried hard to drown out the sound of her teacher speaking. She just never liked history, it didn't really click ever so she just disliked the class. She felt the person behind her wiggling their feet on the bottom of her own desk. At first she didn't mind, since she usually set her feet up on the desk infront of her as a foot rest. But now it was getting annoying. The girl would not stop moving her feet and it was jerking Charlie's desk constantly. She let out a sigh and lifted her head up.
Raising her hand to get the teacher's attention before he turned to the blackboard again. He looked to her and nodded, "Yes?" He asked. "May I go to the restroom?" She questioned as politely as she could muster it. He nodded his head and continued with his lecture. She jumped up from her seat, and almost ran to the door. Opening it fast, and then letting it shut alone behind her. She walked out into the hallway, with no actual intention of going to the restroom.
Wandering down the halls, her hands in her pockets, she passed several open doors glancing inside to see who was inside. She went down some stairs and then she walked down another hallway but found she wasn't alone. She saw down a little ways, a boy sitting against the wall, a Sprite in his hand. He didn't look good at all. She walked a little closer toward him, and looked down at him on the floor. "Are you alright?" She wondered out to him. She was usually a curious girl and also caring so she had to see if he was alright.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 14, 2008 21:06:22 GMT -5
Elliot felt a headache coming along, on top of everything else that he was feeling. His free hand lifted and rubbed the side of his head, as if it would cure the headache that was slowly growing by the moment. What a way to ruin a day that had been going so well until now. There were footsteps coming from down the hall, but Elliot didn’t care enough to see who it was. If it was a teacher, he’d just say the truth and get excused to the nurse. If it was a student, they probably would just walk by and not take notice of him. A kid like Elliot was practically invisible to most of the kids in the school. Cliques were amazing little things like that.
The footsteps only got louder as they approached, and before he knew it the feet had stopped close by. Elliot continued to stare off at the ground, still paying no mind to whoever it was. That was, until a girls voice rang out in the silent hall and asked a question. It was obvious that it was directed towards him, because he knew he looked like shit, and he was the only other person in the hallway. Slowly the male lifted his head, brushing back his bangs out of his face again. His hazel eyes peered up at the girl, remaining quiet for a moment.
If he could of smiled, then he would have, but he just didn’t feel up to it at the moment. Instead, he simply shook his head no before speaking to the girl. ”No..not really.” He answered truthfully, because if he had said otherwise it would have been an obvious lie. Wait, girls usually carried around pain killers, didn’t they? Elliot blinked at the girl before asking the question, ”Hey, do you have any Tylenol or something?” If anything, he could probably go to the nurse and get something. Elliot didn’t feel like getting up yet, though.
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Post by Charlie Wrighte on Jul 15, 2008 0:17:00 GMT -5
Standing there in the empty hallway, Charlie looked down at the boy on the ground. She wasn't sure she had seen him before. She waited a few seconds until he looked up from the floor, he had been rubbing a hand to his head. Once he looked up, she stared down at him for a moment before he nodded. "No..not really.” He responded to her. She guessed that was the obvious answer, he didn't look okay. But a lot of people would simply lie and say they were fine, even if they weren't. Which had never made any sense to her.
Charlie wondered what had happened to him to make him seem so sick. The hall was silent and deserted, besides the two of them. The only sound that could be heard was the distant sound of classroom noise behind closed doors. The next sound heard was the boy's voice speaking again. ”Hey, do you have any Tylenol or something?” She thought for a few seconds and then she shook her head. All she had with her in her pockets was her cell phone and a pack of gum. "No.. Not with me, sorry." She told him.
She pulled her hands out of her pockets, and let them fall at her sides. She tilted her head to the side a bit, and then turned looking down the hall in the direction that the nurse's office would be in. "Do you need to go to the nurse?" She asked softly, once she faced him again. "You could get something there..." She didn't know what else to tell him, she didn't have anything to give him. She thought about offering to walk with him to the nurse if he decided to go, or even go get him a pain killer. But she didn't know if he would want her to. "I could go with you if you don't feel well enough to go alone.." She offered quietly. She thought she might as well offer, the worst he could do would be to say no.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 15, 2008 20:23:34 GMT -5
Of course, she didn’t make any sort of reply to his answer to her. Elliot didn’t expect one anyways. After all, what could she say, that she was sorry he wasn’t? That wouldn’t fix anything at all. Saying sorry didn’t do anything when one felt sick, it didn’t magically make the suffering disappear. The sympathy was nice though, and something about this girl gave Elliot the idea that she genuinely cared if he was okay or not. It was odd, because most of the people at the school didn’t take notice of a kid like Elliot, let alone care enough to ask if he was okay.
The next answer he got wasn’t the one he wanted to hear. She didn’t have any pain killers on her. What kind of girl was she? A small frown appeared on his lips as she answered him. Oh well, if anything he could go burst into Mel’s classroom and ask for some. That girl carried everything with her, always. That would mean questions and more questions though, from a teacher and from Mel. Either way, it would prove to be troublesome.
Elliot blinked his hazel eyes up at the girl as she asked if he needed to go to the nurse. ”I might..I should..” He answered, having a small conflict in his answer. Yes, he probably should go to the nurse, but he didn’t want to. There was that chance he’d get sent home, and he didn’t want that. Elliot really wanted to graduate this year, and the odds just kept stacking against him. Normally he left school early and missed a bit of a class period, or the entire one. It wasn’t his fault that he watched over a five year old full time, though. It was his fathers for not caring enough for his son and daughter.
The male took yet another drink from the sprite, trying to get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth from vomiting multiple times. Hopefully it was just the food he had eaten, and he wasn’t getting really sick. Maybe he should have gotten a water instead, to keep himself hydrated? Elliot frowned at the sprite, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he thought to himself. Then he returned his attention to the girl as she suddenly offered to go with him to the nurse. ”I don’t want to risk getting sent home.” Wow, that probably sounded really weird. Elliot looked like the kid who would jump at the chance to ditch school, and there he was saying he didn’t want to leave school.
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Post by Charlie Wrighte on Jul 18, 2008 19:09:15 GMT -5
The hall was too quiet for Charlie's liking, she didn't like quiet much. Only when she was in the mood to be alone, and now wasn't one of those times. She looked down at the boy on the floor and listened to him speak again. ”I might..I should..” Yes, he should. He looked horrible from her point of view, but it could easily be nothing at all and he would get over it soon. But she didn't know how exactly he was feeling at the moment.
”I don’t want to risk getting sent home.” Charlie nodded in understanding to what he said. Though she really didn't like school and listening to teachers talk, she never did like getting sent home early either. But she didn't know why he didn't want to. Sure, he looked like the kind of person who ditched all the time. But she knew she couldn't judge like that, judging was what ruined the school. It was what made the cliques, and based on what she could tell he was defiantly not in hers. But really, she didn't care all that much. She never did, she just followed her brother into his clique and it just sort of stuck.
While she thought she glanced one last time down the hall to the general area that her locker just happened to be located and then back to the boy. And then a thought hit her. Her locker. She had pain killers in there. She let off a warm smile and looked down at him, "Wait.. I think I just might have something in my locker.." She told him, and not waiting for him to respond before she took off to the other end of the hall. This hall was lined with lockers on one side, and hers was just down a few sections. She knew she kept things in there for if she ever felt sick, it was just better that way than having to go to the nurse.
She reached her locker, glancing back at the boy on the floor and then twirled in her combination and it soon clicked open. She pulled the door and looked inside, a small bag somewhat like a purse lay inside on the bottom shelf. She reached up for it with her free hand and sure enough after searching inside the bag she found a container of Advil. She smiled and slammed the locker shut closing the lock. She then quickly walked over to the boy and slide down near him and handed over the container of Advil. "Here." She said holding it out to him. "You're lucky I remembered that was in there." She continued and gave him a soft smile.
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Post by Elliot Matthews on Jul 19, 2008 21:43:37 GMT -5
Elliot blinked, tilting his head slightly as she suddenly said she might have something in her locker. Hopefully she would, it’d be a really good thing at least. Well, that made him wonder..did he have anything in his locker? Wait, he rarely used his locker so why would there be anything in it? A small frown appeared on his lips as he watched the girl take off down the hall to her locker. He shifted slightly on the ground, leaning his head back against the hard wall. Man, a nap would have felt really good right now.
His dark eyes flinched slightly as the sound of the locker slammed shut. The noise echoed through the hall for a split second, and then it was silent once more. That was until she began walking back towards him. Elliot quietly watched as she walked back, with something in her hand. It was a bottle of Advil, oh thank god. A small smile appeared on the males lips as she offered him the bottle, which he took gratefully. Elliot set down his sprite beside him for the moment, just so he could open the bottle of pain killers. He dumped a few in his hand before closing the bottle and handing it back to the girl.
”Thanks, a lot.” He thanked her, smiling as he picked up the sprite before popping the pills into his mouth, adding in some sprite before swallowing the pills and soda. It definitely wasn’t the best tasting thing in the world, but it tasted better than the vomit. ”So..what are you doing out here anyways? Shouldn’t you be in class?” He asked, out of slight curiosity. Maybe she was on her way to leave and ditch when she happened to wander upon Elliot.
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