A nurse came in.
"I'm fine. I just felt a little dizzy and sick. It's probably the nervousness and the bad lunch I had. You can go!" I forced a smile to the nurse. She wasn't biting it.
"Umm... I will checking you. You will pass now but not another time miss." She replied with a harsh voice.
Uff... That was close. Why do I fell like this? What's happening? I hope it's the first and and time.
I got out and there was Adam. Waiting for me. With a worried mask on.
"Feeling better?" He said in a gentle voice.
"Much now. I bet it was the stress and that horrible lunch I had. I'm fine," I said, gaving him a smile.
His lips touched mine in a very soft kiss.
"Did this helped?"
" A lot. Now... What should we do?" I asked.
hey, ima be with out internet for a while, so just puppet matt.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
*Hello everyone Graduation is over and things have settled down. So I can take this time to help make it to the end.*
Seth~
I became board with the whole hospital things and with Jazz planting the seed in Tracey's head and Alex now in my control it would be all to easy to execute my plan. Jazz came up to me a slight exasperated look.
"I don't see the point in getting his help, she said giving Alex a dirty look."
"I need a scape goat, you see what I have planned is quite illegal and I need someone to take the fall. Trust me once I'm done are precious little Boarding school will never be the same."
Chad~
Tracey came up to me and grabbed me pressing her lips to mine.
This is one little planet in one tiny solar system in a galaxy that’s barely out of its diapers. I’m old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.
I'm glad you're back, Amon ^^ If you really had left, I had to hunt you down and bring you back, so you saved a lot of work
Marianne "Hey!" I shouted pushing Tracey away from Chad. "Get your hands off!"
"Why should I? You were the one that cheated on him!" She said back.
How could she? That stupid bitch had always been nice! And now... I lifted my arm, and punched her in the face, making her stumble.
*He he. And we're back to fighting (mwhahaha!)*
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
Suddenly, Shannon came in with Adam holding her on her feet. She was pale white.
"My God! What happened?" I ran to her, forgetting about Tracey.
"She was vomiting and dizzy," Adam answered.
"I'm fin-" Shannon blacked out and I called a nurse.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don't spell it. You feel it.
My sight got white. The world was no longer something touchable, but a black infinitive space where you couldn't feel nothing. I collapsed into nothing.
***
My eyes open slowly and the images I could see were blurry and the sounds unrelated.
"She's fine. Her blood pressure was just too low."
"Thanks"
"We were very worried"
I could hear people talking but it was very hard to distinguish them.
Suddenly, Maria and Adam entered my sight.
"Shannon, you're awake. We were so worried" Maria said, suddenly whipping a libertine tear that refused to keep within her.
"Hi..." My voice tremble. It was just a soft "hi".
Adam grabbed my hand and whispered at my ear
"Don't do that ever again. Don't make me pass throw this pain ever. Don't make me fear losing you."
"Never again." I replied.
The nurse came back with some papers and ask them to leave the room. The visitors time had just ended an she needed to talk to me in private. Sadly and with no choice, they did.
"Now darling. Are you feeling better?" She asked.
"Yes, but, why did I fainted?"
"Well, sweetie, that's because someone is sucking your nutrients out of you. Someone is feeding from within you."
My face got even paler. My eyes open wily and my mouth got dry.
"No, that's possible. I always used protection. No, what should I say to -..."
We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer