8. Picture Perfect

COARIN

Roses are red
Voilets are blue
Snot is green
and I have the flu

But the roses have wilted
The voilets are dead
My stomach is churning 
And so is my head

Wednesday morning found me tossing and turning trying to find a cool spot in bed. The air-conditioning was blasting but it was just so hot. Papa had left for work already so I was home alone with only the housekeeper for company.

My stomach was killing me and I couldn’t breathe properly because my nose was so stuffy plus my eyes felt like needles were poking me. A coarse groan squeezed past my lips when my stomach twisted and I forced myself to propel my body out of bed and rush to the bathroom. That took all the energy left in me so all I could do after that was sit and struggle to breathe as my stomach…

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