KAREN'S OPERATION
A/N: Just for the record, there are quite a few differences between this and Karen's Accident. This also picks up where Karen's Choir Trip left off.
CHAPTER 1: After the Party
Hi, again. Karen Brewer here. I'm ten years old, and in the fall, I'll be in sixth grade at Kelsey Middle School. You see, I'm supposed to be going into fifth grade, but after I started first grade, my teacher decided I was smart enough for second grade, so that's where I was put. I have blond hair, blue eyes, a few freckles, and two pairs of glasses: blue ones for reading or doing anything up close, and pink ones for everything else. I don't wear my glasses when I'm sleeping, in the shower, or swimming, but I do wear earplugs when I swim. (I may consider getting contacts when I'm older, though.)
Oh, while I'm at it, I should probably update you on a few things. First of all, I'm a member of the Stoneybrook Kids. It's a group of kids between the ages of seven and eleven, and it was recently started by Mr. Drubek, the choir director at Stoneybrook Middle School, and Jason Everett, who's a hero to a lot of us kids. We were recently invited to compete in the international competition on Washington, DC, and it was a blast! We won Class C Champion, Best Costumes, and Andrew, my eight-year-old brother, won for Best Individual Performer. It was the most fun I've ever had in my life.
Like I said, Jason was not only one of our directors, but also one of our chaperones. On the day that we'd left for Washington, he wasn't feeling well, and we later found out that he needed his appendix out. He was in the hospital for three days, but he's doing much better now. In fact, I still remember seeing him collapse at Rax like it was yesterday.
Anyway, we had a party at Daddy and Elizabeth's mansion, and just as the party was starting to break up, I felt my recurring headache coming back. "Oh, come on, give me a break," I groaned softly as I sat on the couch, took off my glasses, and closed my eyes. Here I was, just basking in the afterglow of everything, and not feeling well. I guess all the excitement had finally caught up with me in more ways than one.
At that moment, the Everetts came over to me. "Well, we're leaving now," Steve said.
"Are you?" I asked, opening my eyes and putting my glasses back on.
"Yeah," he said.
"I hope you feel better soon, Karen," Jason said as he patted my shoulder.
"Thanks."
Soon after they left, Kristy came over and sat beside me on the couch. "Are you all right, Karen?" she asked.
"Not really," I admitted. "My headache's back, and I don't feel so good."
Mom and Seth came over in time to hear that, and Seth shook his head sympathetically.
"Oh," Mom said. "If you'd like, I can call Dr. Dellenkamp's office in the morning, and see what time she can see you."
"Okay," I said, coughing.
Mom stood up, then she and Kristy grabbed my arms and helped me up. "I'll call you in the morning and let you know what time we're going to the doctor," Mom said.
"Okay," I whispered. "Thanks, Mom."
Whatever this was, I was just wishing it would go away.