In The Best Interest-"nikki"
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Nikki sat at the bench, completely forgetting about what Peter had told them about the flu thing. Everyone else was inside away form the cold, but she had wanted to be alone.
The poem she was gonna write wasn't about anyone in the class. Not even Riley, he already knew how she felt, and she watned to analyze herself. She sniffed a little. 'It sure is cold,' she thought. But she didn't want to go in. Plus, she lived in weird Georgia weather, where one day it was 80 degrees and the enxt 40, so she figured she could handle it.
She thought about what she wanted her poem to be like. An analyzation of her face and actions, but she was going to be honest. 'the wrinkles and bags under my eyes represent how much I trouble others and how much I trouble myself' she scribbled down.
'My forever-changing eyes represent how spontaneous I can be, and how much I tend to change my mind', 'my hair is a representation of how wild I am, and that I could care less what you thought about me'. 'My straight teeth show that I do care about myself to a certain extent, but not enough to make fun of people who aren't as fortunate as me.
She was trying to finish when she turned around, but almost fainted. "What the hell?" she asked aloud. She quickly got her stuff ready and ran to her dorm, almost throwing up.
She burst through the door, breathless, and almost crying from how bad her neck and head hurt. "Nikki?" Katie asked before Nikki blacked out.
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Nikki sat at the bench, completely forgetting about what Peter had told them about the flu thing. Everyone else was inside away form the cold, but she had wanted to be alone.
The poem she was gonna write wasn't about anyone in the class. Not even Riley, he already knew how she felt, and she watned to analyze herself. She sniffed a little. 'It sure is cold,' she thought. But she didn't want to go in. Plus, she lived in weird Georgia weather, where one day it was 80 degrees and the enxt 40, so she figured she could handle it.
She thought about what she wanted her poem to be like. An analyzation of her face and actions, but she was going to be honest. 'the wrinkles and bags under my eyes represent how much I trouble others and how much I trouble myself' she scribbled down.
'My forever-changing eyes represent how spontaneous I can be, and how much I tend to change my mind', 'my hair is a representation of how wild I am, and that I could care less what you thought about me'. 'My straight teeth show that I do care about myself to a certain extent, but not enough to make fun of people who aren't as fortunate as me.
She was trying to finish when she turned around, but almost fainted. "What the hell?" she asked aloud. She quickly got her stuff ready and ran to her dorm, almost throwing up.
She burst through the door, breathless, and almost crying from how bad her neck and head hurt. "Nikki?" Katie asked before Nikki blacked out.