Hey, so here's another new story *audience groans*
Well, I'm offended now, thought you all loved my stories *audience rolls eyes* A boy stands up from front row, its Joe
"Um Ali…we do love your stories but are you ever going to finish the ones you've begun?"
"Ummmmm…oh hush you and get in my story"
Hee hee, yes I will finish….eventually.
Oh and I'm not telling who the story is about this time. What fun is that for me?
If there was one thing everyone hated to admit, it was that we all were vulnerable to just about anything.
No matter how well you tried to take care of yourself and be a good, healthy your person, they still managed to get inside.
He heard the bell ring as he managed to sit back and take a breather before another round came up.
Suddenly, the big breakfast he had with his family was not looking so great.
He had three pancakes, two strips of bacon, some hash browns, and three delicious cinnamon buns.
But that was normal for him. He never threw up his food, except once after he had wrestled his brother, but then it was over.
He left his classroom twenty minutes ago, ran straight to the nearest restroom and been stuck in the stall since.
He took some deep breaths and wiped his sweaty hands over his sweatier forehead through his damp, greasy hair he hadn't washed in three days.
As he sat against the wall and hoped his stomach would actually settle, his mind wandered.
He wondered if his teacher was worried or if he was now another slacker to him.
It was not as though he tried to be a rule breaker. Like take the no running in the halls rule, he normally had no problem obeying that.
The school had gotten used to the three rock stars.
But every now and then, when the school got visitors, very hard to not run when being chased by a lot of young girls.
He wondered if the teacher saw it like that. The boys teachers gave very little slack to the teens as it was.
He couldn't think about his teacher anymore as round three began and his head was over the toilet bowl once more.
Outside though, his teacher had gotten worried. He asked one of the students who was a friend to find his brothers.
"Hey! Have you seen your brother? He left twenty minutes ago, never returned" the boy asked the two when he found them by their lockers.
The two Lucas brothers looked at him with a puzzled glance.
"He said he wasn't feeling well and went to the bathroom, he might still be in there" he explained.
That was all the two brothers needed before slamming their lockers and running to find their sick brother.
He had managed to finish his third round by the time they found him. He got up on shaky legs and opened the stall only to see them staring.
"He…Hey guys…wha…what's up" he stuttered, his voice weakened from his vomiting.
"Just about to ask you that, your friend John asked us to see how you were doing" one spoke and he made a small smile.
"I'm….feeling better actually" he lied. He went to the sink and threw cold water on his face.
He then turned and gave his brothers a grin and thumbs up before fainting.
"No!" They both exclaimed and dove for him. He had too much head start and all three crashed to the floor.
"We have got to get him to the nurse" the one who hadn't spoken said.
So what do you think? I want to know who you think I chose to play our sick boy.
