Why do these things always happen to me?

ok, i know i've been a really sickening person, always never update but i have exams and i'm a very erm...stupid girl^^. But tomorrow's my last paper so i decided to get off my ass and continue this fic...but uh..this chapter's not very good.....

anyhow, i would really like to thank all the reviewers, reading the reviews really does make you feel good about what you write (as cliche as it sounds^_^)
ps: I typed this out super fast so there may be some spelling mistakes, misuse of tenses, punctuation missing etc...

Part 6-Uleeeeeeeeegh
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Finally. All the dishes are done. Finally. Its almost 2 am in the morning. Nevermind, I'll sleep here in the coffeshop's kitchen. I'll skip school tomorrow and go for basketball practice in the afternoon. Yeah, that sounds good........zzzzzz.
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I wake up and the first thing i see is soap suds. A whole mountain of them right in front of my nose. I lift my head and that's when i realise i'm been sleeping against the kitchen sink. My whole sleeve is wet with soapy water. Its in my hair and on my face too. I look around and realise that all the staff are still working. No wait, they weren't here when i fell asleep. Does that mean their shifts have started already. How long have i been here? Excuse me, I ask the bulky man closest to me. What time is it?

He eyes his watch. Around 5 in the afternoon.

Great, just great. Not only have i missed school, but its too late to go for practice. I don't believe this. I mean, I know i can sleep but i never thought i could sleep for so long. I must have been really tired. Anyway, there's nothing I can do. My shift starts at 6. I can go home, change and come back. Ok.
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Its almost 7 now and I feel sick. My head is throbbing and my fingers feel stiff from all that washing and drying. The skin is starting to peel too. I really feel sick. Anyway, to put it short and sweet, i stopped washing all of a sudden and ran to the bathroom. I dash into the nearest empty stall and collapse in front of the bowl.

Uleeeeeegh. Ougweaaaaaagh. Gwuhhhheak Bweeeeeelgh .

I must really be sick.
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Boss ended up asking me to go home early cause not only did i have to run to the bathroom to throw up every 10 minutes, he said i was also scaring his customers with all the uh, noises i was making in there.

Anyway, i want to go home. My head really hurts.....but i don't want to go back to that cold, small flat. I want to go home. To the mansion, to my parents, to my bed. That's my home, not the flat. I want to go home. Ngh, I have to stop this self-pitying act, its just a little sickness, I can take it.
And i'll take back my life too.

Right after i see the doctor that is.
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Turns out I have some sickness that i can't even pronounce. I don't what it is either. I barely heard what the doctor said about it cause my head hurt so much. But I do know he said it had something to do with drinking bad water and the fact that i haven't eaten anything for almost 2 days. Hn, maybe the soap suds caused it, i could have swallowed some while i was sleeping. Typical me.

I swallow the pills he gave and drag myself onto the mattress. Damn, its cold. And I have no money left. Seeing the doctor had emptied my pocket. Nevermind, I can worry about it later, the tablets are making me drowsy.....

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I feel better. Not great, but better. Guess the medication helped. And the sleep of course. So now i'm slowly plodding to school and i know i look like i came from a hell ride with the King of Hades himself . My hair's unwashed and my eyes are bloodshot. Good, maybe the female species won't bother me now.

Guess not.

There they are, all lined up outside the classroom door waiting for my arrival. I know i should have stayed home.
I walk past them and into the classroom and make my way to the back with them tagging along all the way. They're asking why i was absent. Now they're fawning themselves over my desk and batting their eyelashes at me. Now they're telling me how much they admire me and how I should take care of myself .Now they're jumping up and down, waving their arms about and telling me how cool i look when i play.

Well, they look like chickens.
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I'm back to washing the dishes. Its a rather worthwhile job now that i think about it. All i have to do is take, scrub, rinse and dry over and over again from 6 to 12pm with two 15 min breaks inbetween. Not bad eh?



K, its bad.

But I'm getting used to it. And I'll be getting my paycheck in a few weeks time. That makes it all worth it.

Damn, i think i need to throw up again. I feel like curling up into a ball and dying. I felt worse yesterday though. My head is starting to hurt again and my eyes have been watering continuosly for quite some time now. And i'm really cold. Hm, maybe i'm getting a cold.

K, that was a lame joke.

I take a deep breath and reach for the next stack of plates. That's when I'm realise my hands are shaking. Am i that cold?


My head really hurts.



I don't feel so well.



I think I'm gonna pass out.

And i do.

-tbc-