*I don't own the characters or the situations they had in the past. They belong to S. E. Hinton.*
I was sitting at my desk, bored to death. I really didn't want to be there right now. I didn't feel that great, either. My head was pounding and I was achy all over. I just wanted to be home and in bed. I needed some aspirin. I sighed and I rested my forehead on my hand. Ah, the coolness of my hand felt good. I looked at the teacher at the front of the room, and my vision went weary. I decided to keep an eye on my book, that way I wouldn't feel so dizzy. I hated being in class right now, everything seems worse when you are sitting in a silent classroom. There wasn't enough to distract me from the way I was feeling. All of a sudden, my stomach did a violent turn; I thought I was going to be sick. I raised my hand.

"Yes, Mr. Curtis?" My teacher, Mr. Simmons, asked.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked weakly.

"I don't know, can you?" He smirked. I sighed. Teachers always find that so hilarious, I don't know why. I guess they just love to be smart.

".may I?" I said, fixing my question.

"I guess so." He looked at me with concern. They had to give us time limit since some student take advantage of bathroom breaks. ".3 minutes." He gave me an extra minute. I must have looked like I really needed a break.

I got up and fought the dizziness and headed towards the door.

"Ponyboy, do you feel okay?" my teacher asked. I turned to his direction.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied.

Once, I was in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. My skin was pale, but my cheeks were flushed, and I had dark circles under my eyes. I turned the cold water on and splashed my face, and I cupped my hands so I could drink some. That felt good. Maybe I wasn't going to be sick after all. I decided to sit down on the windowsill for a moment to make sure. After a moment, I got up and I was about to head back to class, but I had to run to the toilet and throw up first.

I managed to make it through the rest of the morning without getting sick again. The day just dragged on. I was counting down the minutes to lunch. I wasn't hungry at all. In fact the idea of food repulsed me. I just needed to get out of there. I needed to get outside in the cool air.

The lunch bell rang, and I winced in pain. "shh, my head hurts" I thought. The noise in the hallways didn't help much either. I was trying to open my locker when Two-bit came up to me, with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey Pony, you wanna go to the DX and to harass Soda and Steve?" He asked. He didn't need to ask me, since we head over there everyday. I guess it was a good icebreaker.

"Do I ever, I need to get out of here." I replied.

"Hard day?" He asked, examining my pale face.

"Just long." I sighed.

"You're cheeks are flushed. Are you sick?" He questioned. For being this tough, wisecracking greaser, he sure knows how to sense emotions.

"I'm not sick, I just have been running around a lot today." I lied.

He looked at me like he almost didn't believe me, but he let it drop. "Well let's drop this joint." He exclaimed.