High School Musical

Laugh or What?

Chapter 9: Burden number 9

I have a fever. But a man-like fever so when my mother came into my room to ask me how did I get it, I just pressed lips so tightly that I think my nerves are damaged. But my mind was working way to fast… I soooo did not want to tell her how did I get it.

And no, it wasn't basketball practice.

Hey why are you laughing!? I am sick here!!! WHAT!? No way… IT WASN'T THE SHOPPING!!

Silence.

Ok it was the shopping but come on I am man! Shopping is not a part of my genes! I wear whatever my mom gets me or whatever I like… I don't shop! I don't go to every shop to wear every heal and then reject it after saying "Naa… doesn't look good,"

Yes… I am a man. Almost going to college but a man. A wonderfully amazing man.

Yes, I do keep some stuff that is pink but THAT IS NOT THE POINT! I am a MAN! Nothing can change that!

So I am here, lying in my bed, wishing I was well, reading some magazines, loving the comfort…

But still sick.

When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be an assassin and join the MAAFIA… then I would love to kill Gabriella for ruining my life!

She is so annoying.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

That must be her.

I picked up the phone from the bedside table and pressed the green button. Before I can say a word, she started to yell.

"WHY ARENT YOU AT SCHOOL TODAY!?"

Because I am scared of you. Because you are trying to humiliate me. Because you are trying to kill me. I want to stay away from you. You are scary.

But my conscience fought me to that answer.

"I am sick,"

"HOW COME? YOU WERE PERFECTLY WELL YESTERDAY!" she bellowed like an elephant.

I blinked. Where did that come from? Elephant? With heals, skirts and makeup. I shuddered at the thought.

"I don't know why I am sick… you are the genious… why don't you figure it out?" I asked as innocently as I could.

Burden number nine… loves to jump on conclusions.

"HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT! HOW DARE YOU USE THAT TONE WITH ME! FOR GOD'S SAKES I AM YOUR GIRLFRIEND! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU ARE SOOOO RUDE!"

She shouted and hanged up her phone.

Why does she have to be like that? Why does she think so negatively? Why is she always mad at me? Why is she making me suffer? Why am I sick? Why does she love to jump on conclusions? Why does she think I am rude? Why did Bush win the elections? Why was the Great Wall of China made? Why is Russia so big? Why is Japan so high-tech? Why…?

Maybe I should get some rest.


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TC!