Kyrstin stood with her back against the brick wall. Her eyes closed as the sun shined on her tan skin as she waited for the first bell to ring.
She stood with a group friends in the common area just outside the school, as they talked amongst themselves. Kyrstin listened to them intently trying not to spew her breakfast everywhere. One of her friends, Milo, turned and asked, "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine," she lied not opening her eyes. She felt horrible. She could tell she had a fever by the cool clamminess of her hands and face. She could tell she may not be able to make it through the day as the world spun around her if she moved to quickly.
Milo approached her as the bell rang. The sound of the "God damn" bell buzzed inside her skull causing her to stumble. Milo looped one arm under Kyrstin's shoulder and guided her to her classroom.
As they entered the classroom, their teacher, who had just been lecturing the class, stopped mid-sentence as Milo guided the stumbling Kyrstin to her seat.
She sat down and almost automatically lost hold of consciousness.
Kyrstin awoke from her murky state, an unknown amount of time later in the nurse's office. She sat up and saw the nurse sitting at her desk filling out th various papers that lay scattered on her desk.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked as Kyrstin sat up.
"Better," Kyrstin replied.
"You may go back to class then if you are feeling better."
"Thanks," said Kyrstin as she walked down the long corridor.
