Chapter Two: Santana's Point Of View:
"Fine we can go get my arm taken care of, as long as I don't look like a wimp.", I replied.
"You wont look like a wimp, I promise."
"If you say so..."
"Now your sounding like a wimp, come on Satan, don't go weak when I get tough."
"I'm not-", I replied before I got interrupted by Brittany coming over.
"Hey guys, what are you talking about?!"
"NOTHING!" me and Rachel reply at the same time.
"Jinx, you owe her a soda, Santana!" Brittany said.
"Britt, she's supposed to say it!", I reply.
"Jinx you owe me a soda, Santana!", Rachel replies, oh yeah i forgot she was still here.
"Okay, I'll get you a soda, just take me to the nurse's office like we were supposed to in the first place. By the way, am I supposed to be losing feeling in my arm? Is that normal?!"
"OH MY GOD! That's not supposed to happen, okay let's take her to the nurse's office Brittany!"
"Wait! Why are we taking her to the nurse's office?'
"I cut her arm with my siccors, anymore quetions?!"
"Yes, one more, why didn't she feel her arm hurting while we were talikng to her?'
"I had a distraction, now can we please hurry up, I'm starting to feel light headed." At that moment Santana fainted, and hit her head on the floor.
"OH MY GOD SANTANA! HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"
Well I'm tired, so goodnight, I'll right more tommorow!
