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7:00 A.M. I sighed as I heard the alarm go off. It was time for school, again. I didn't like school even though I was 18 and almost done with the year and with high school in general. Going to school was something I couldn't get out of, though. Not unless I was sick, like I had been for a good amount of time the end of last year and beginning of this year. I hadn't really been sure what had been going on, why I felt so lousy. All I knew was that I felt dizzy, and actually being in the sun made me feel worse.
When it had first happened I was in school, and my home room teacher (I hadn't even made it past the beginning of school) had said that I didn't look so good and told me to go to the nurse. When I stood up, I felt bad and had to be helped to the nurse. When I got there, it wasn't too long after that I was sent home. After that, whenever I even got a little dizzy I was kept home from school.
Today, I felt just fine. I kind of wished I didn't, though, not wanting to take my Math and History tests today. I knew I'd have to, though, unless something drastic happened. So, I went and got out of bed then walked over to my closet. I looked through my clothes and decided on a pair of red colored jeans and a purple top. Once I was changed, and my favorite pink sneakers were on my feet, I went and combed through my shoulder length auburn hair and quickly braided I then went and grabbed my backpack and my sunglasses, so I'd at least have something to protect my lavender colored eyes. I was also hoping it'd help to not make me feel bad if there was too much sun, although it didn't take too much sun to do that.
Now that I was ready, well as ready as I was going to be, I went and left my room and headed downstairs for breakfast. My parents were there, eating breakfast and having some kind of conversation. I didn't really know what it was about, and I didn't ask. There wasn't a whole lot of time, so I just went and got a bowl of cereal. As I was, and as I was eating I was asked the normal questions, "How did you sleep?", "Did you get all of your homework done?" and "Are you ready for your tests today?" I answered with a "Fine" and two "Yes" answers.
After I'd eaten I was about to leave for school, when my mom stopped me. I sighed then said, "What's up, Mom? I gotta get to school." Not that I was thrilled about going to school, but getting in trouble for being late or missing taking her tests wasn't her idea of fun.
"I know," she said. "Don't worry. You won't be late. There is something you need to do before you leave, though."
I scrunched my nose, as I heard what she said, then said, "Yuck! I hate that stuff. I don't know why I have to keep taking it."
As I had been saying that my dad had gone into the fridge and taken out the container that had the pink, almost red, liquid that I'd had to drink every morning and night from, well, since I can remember. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like drinking it.
My dad sighed then said, the same thing he said pretty much every time I got like this, "It's for your own good, Jadzia."
"Why?" I said. "What's so bad about me not drinking whatever the heck that is?"
I wasn't going to just drink it, not when I didn't have to. I saw no reason to. I stood and waited for some kind of answer to my questions. Eventually my mom said, "Jadzia, honey, you're not normal."
Before she could say anything else, I said, "I know that! What's normal about not feeling like you can be in the sun sometimes! I'm still not drinking that!"
With that, I decided to go out the back door and not the front door, moving as quick as I could as I did. I really didn't want to argue with my parents anymore and really hadn't wanted to give them a chance to actually get me to drink that stuff. Right then, school was actually looking better and better despite the tests that were coming up today.
Once I was outside, I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could to the school. Thankfully it wasn't that far away. Once I rode the block and a half to school, and parked my bike, I ran into the school. I got to homeroom one minute before the late bell rang. I then sat and waited for the day to start, thinking about what had happened before. Before, when I was younger, I'd just drunk that stuff, that my parents had tried to get me to drink this morning, and hadn't asked questions. Well, mostly not. Now, though, it was different. I need to know why. I also wanted to know why I was different.
Bump?
7:00 A.M. I sighed as I heard the alarm go off. It was time for school, again. I didn't like school even though I was 18 and almost done with the year and with high school in general. Going to school was something I couldn't get out of, though. Not unless I was sick, like I had been for a good amount of time the end of last year and beginning of this year. I hadn't really been sure what had been going on, why I felt so lousy. All I knew was that I felt dizzy, and actually being in the sun made me feel worse.
When it had first happened I was in school, and my home room teacher (I hadn't even made it past the beginning of school) had said that I didn't look so good and told me to go to the nurse. When I stood up, I felt bad and had to be helped to the nurse. When I got there, it wasn't too long after that I was sent home. After that, whenever I even got a little dizzy I was kept home from school.
Today, I felt just fine. I kind of wished I didn't, though, not wanting to take my Math and History tests today. I knew I'd have to, though, unless something drastic happened. So, I went and got out of bed then walked over to my closet. I looked through my clothes and decided on a pair of red colored jeans and a purple top. Once I was changed, and my favorite pink sneakers were on my feet, I went and combed through my shoulder length auburn hair and quickly braided I then went and grabbed my backpack and my sunglasses, so I'd at least have something to protect my lavender colored eyes. I was also hoping it'd help to not make me feel bad if there was too much sun, although it didn't take too much sun to do that.
Now that I was ready, well as ready as I was going to be, I went and left my room and headed downstairs for breakfast. My parents were there, eating breakfast and having some kind of conversation. I didn't really know what it was about, and I didn't ask. There wasn't a whole lot of time, so I just went and got a bowl of cereal. As I was, and as I was eating I was asked the normal questions, "How did you sleep?", "Did you get all of your homework done?" and "Are you ready for your tests today?" I answered with a "Fine" and two "Yes" answers.
After I'd eaten I was about to leave for school, when my mom stopped me. I sighed then said, "What's up, Mom? I gotta get to school." Not that I was thrilled about going to school, but getting in trouble for being late or missing taking her tests wasn't her idea of fun.
"I know," she said. "Don't worry. You won't be late. There is something you need to do before you leave, though."
I scrunched my nose, as I heard what she said, then said, "Yuck! I hate that stuff. I don't know why I have to keep taking it."
As I had been saying that my dad had gone into the fridge and taken out the container that had the pink, almost red, liquid that I'd had to drink every morning and night from, well, since I can remember. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like drinking it.
My dad sighed then said, the same thing he said pretty much every time I got like this, "It's for your own good, Jadzia."
"Why?" I said. "What's so bad about me not drinking whatever the heck that is?"
I wasn't going to just drink it, not when I didn't have to. I saw no reason to. I stood and waited for some kind of answer to my questions. Eventually my mom said, "Jadzia, honey, you're not normal."
Before she could say anything else, I said, "I know that! What's normal about not feeling like you can be in the sun sometimes! I'm still not drinking that!"
With that, I decided to go out the back door and not the front door, moving as quick as I could as I did. I really didn't want to argue with my parents anymore and really hadn't wanted to give them a chance to actually get me to drink that stuff. Right then, school was actually looking better and better despite the tests that were coming up today.
Once I was outside, I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could to the school. Thankfully it wasn't that far away. Once I rode the block and a half to school, and parked my bike, I ran into the school. I got to homeroom one minute before the late bell rang. I then sat and waited for the day to start, thinking about what had happened before. Before, when I was younger, I'd just drunk that stuff, that my parents had tried to get me to drink this morning, and hadn't asked questions. Well, mostly not. Now, though, it was different. I need to know why. I also wanted to know why I was different.
Bump?