You sit in class, next to Isaiah, eyelids feeling heavy and forehead sweaty. Your head was pounding and you felt terrible. You hadn't slept much last night...or the past nights for that matter. You were too busy studying. Your mom told you to stay home, but you didn’t listen. You didn’t want to fall behind. You put your head down on your desk, needing what you wanted to be a short break. Isaiah happens to glance over at you and notices your ill appearance. "What's wrong with you?" He asks.
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