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Matthew sat up in bed for 10th time that night to rub his forehead.
Earlier, Matthew was pretty sure that he was getting sick when he went to bed that night. That was at 10:00. Now, it's 3 in morning and he was absolutely positive that he was sick.
"Great," groaned Matthew, flopping back onto his bed. "Just great."
He grabbed the polar bear that he keeps on his bedside table and held it to his chest.
"What am I going to do?" Matthew asked himself. "I don't want to go to dad and papa. They'll make me stay home."
He turned to face the window.
"And Alfred can't lie worth shit to our parents. Dad would pull out the full name card and papa would give him a stern look and raise an eyebrow."
Matthew sat up and looked at the bear. He stared at it while he tried to figure out what he was going to do. Suddenly, his eyes widened with happiness.
"I got it! I'll just pretend that I'm not sick!" Matthew cried.
He hugged the bear tightly. He was so happy right now that he could jump with joy but then he would wake up the whole house.
"I just have to make sure I get through the rest of the week. Then I'll sleep through out the weekend," Matthew muttered. "I'll get lectured if I'm caught and I really don't want to deal with that."
Matthew put his bear on the table and turned onto his side, hoping to sleep some more. He sighed and pulled the covers over himself.
"I do hope that it works."
Then, sleep claimed him.
Author's note: I need help from my awesome readers. I need to figure out what Matthew's middle name should be. Your guys' help is greatly appreciated.