CHAPTER 7 (SOMETHING NEW)

Gosh I felt awful.

I grabbed the box of tissue from my bedside table, pulled out quite a few, and began blowing my nose. My head was spinning and rotating now. I think it's already done about a thousand revolutions. Plus my nose feels as though turnips have been horribly crammed up there.

My dad opened the door. "Sweetie, take these."

He gave me a glass of water and a few tablets. I thanked him, popped the tablets into my mouth and drank my glass of water.

I went back to blowing my nose. There was a mountainful of crumpled tissue papers in the trash can beside me.

I was sick today. I don't know now, but some disease has managed to wreak havoc in my system. I had a fever now, so I was definitely going to be absent today.

Which totally sucks.

I actually planned to pretend that I was well but my mom noticed how raspy my voice was. So I was forced to stay in bed.

I hated being confined here. It's like I'm some dangerous animal.

And I was absent…

Think of all the lessons I'll miss!

Jeez. I'd so much rather be at school than be held captive here.

Wait…

What day was it today?

I grabbed the calendar from my bedside table. I ran my finger on it until I reached today's date.

I gasped.

Darn it. It's Thursday!

We were supposed to choose our clubs today. I wanted to be at the Foreign Language Club. But I'm stuck here… So I can't choose.

But then, Miss Pilly would know which club I would want. And I have been hinting her that I love foreign languages.

Yeah… Why should I be worried?

I'll end up in the Foreign Language Club. I'm one hundred percent positive about that.

I smiled and set the calendar back on the bedside table. My breathing started to go back to normal.

Why was I so worried?

Harry looked around, searching for Kyleen. Her desk had been vacant for quite a while now and she wasn't the type to be late for class. This was very odd. Even the rest of the class found this quite unlike her.

He had been waiting for her all morning. He would watch the clock's hands move as he glanced at the door. He had been expecting her to pop out any minute, but it seemed that today he would do without her presence.

And to be honest, he missed her.

They were starting to choose their clubs too. Everyone had made up their minds, except for Harry. He sat in his seat, holding his pencil with his two fingers. He was trying to decide which of the two clubs he chose he should join. He loved both, so it was a heck of a decision for him to make.

All of a sudden, an idea came fluttering to his mind. Kyleen had no club yet. No doubt she would've joined the Foreign Language Club.

He was about to sign up for one club when he decided to entertain his idea.

If he couldn't change Kyleen at once, maybe he could do it gradually.

Yes. This was a good idea.

Maybe she'd kill him for doing it, but she'll be thankful for it later on.

Harry went to the front, scribbled down his and Kyleen's club on a piece of paper, and handed it to Miss Pilly.

Miss Pilly smiled but then a perplexed expression shot through her face. "Harry… Did Kyleen really choose this?"

Harry smiled innocently. "Yup. She said so herself."

"Oh… Okay. It's just that… This is odd."

"Well, she's trying new stuff."

She nodded, although she seemed skeptical. "Oh. I see. Good for her I guess."

Harry went back to his seat grinning.

Danny leaned closer to him. "What club did you make her join?"

Harry whispered the answer to his ear. Danny laughed, his desk was rattling.

"Oh! She's gonna kill you!" Danny chuckled.

Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy.

I was still sick in bed and I felt drowsy now. It's like I had a hangover or something.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I grabbed it but then realized that I grabbed my book by mistake. I reached for my phone once more.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi Kyleen! I didn't know you signed up for the Dance Club!" Trisha's merry voice erupted from the phone.

I had a confused expression on my face. I rubbed my face. Maybe my mind's all jumbled up.

Dance Club?

I can't even dance to save my own life!

What was she talking about?

"Dance Club? No… There must be a mistake," I replied, sitting up now.

"Well… someone signed you up. It's been the talk of the school. Some are amazed, really. And there are no more slots in other clubs. You're stuck in that club," Trisha said.

No more slots???????

Dance Club?????

I felt like a boulder just dropped on my head, crushing my skull into pieces so forcefully that everything didn't make sense anymore.

Who the heck signed me up for that infernal Dance Club??????