The sky darkened with the blackening gray shade the clouds already had. She shivered at the breeze, remembering she totally forgot her jacket in her locker. Talk about smart. She inhaled deeply, sensing a good storm rolling in or something. She covered her arms, which had goosebumps running up and down her arms. Her stomach churned, making her feel sick. She stopped, right there in the middle of the sidewalk and breathed, in and out for a good three and a half minutes. She did this often, but she would usually regurgitate her lunch, or just something she ate from earlier.
You know, it would've taken her ten minutes to get home. How long did it take? Let's see, three times as long. Yup, half an hour. When she got some, she ran into the bathroom and threw up her lunch. She cried, rinsing out her mouth in the sink before she could throw up again. She dug for her thermometer to take her temperature, and that made it worse because she felt like she had to throw up again. She finally found it inside the cabinet of her sink, and put it in her mouth quickly. 102• Fahrenheit. Fantastic. She took it out of her mouth, and she threw up again. "Goddamnit." she said, rinsing her mouth with sea salt, the horrible taste in her mouth going away.
James was still frozen, not having a reaction of how socially awkward that was. "Talk about awkward..." He walked home, staring at the black sky, crying its polluted tears. Chayse was crying, her face buried in her soaking wet pillow from her rainfall. Her neighbors were probably unhappy, but she didn't care. Since the last time she checked, she's thrown up five times, and she's been throwing up her stomach acid, causing it to burn. She swallowed some water, growling at her door. There goes the creepy Halloween doorbell again. Her doorbell's sound was of a Organ piano. It made a big deep voiced growl before she opened the door, just to a surprise. There was James, with her jacket.