A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been very VERY lazy lately and I've been really feeling like fanfiction and all that jazz is just not for me anymore, that is to say i have a life now haha, no offense to anyone. But I'm really bored sooo why not? And I got a review today and I guess one person makes a difference. So if one person still cares after months and months of not updating. I figure I should. This chapter isn't the greatest... and its really short, but atleast it will give you something to feed off of for a few days, I wrote it in like an hour. And don't expect me to write a whole lot and update all the time because I'm going through a lot of shit right now... much of which will be brought out in this story, and like i said i've been busy. Thanks.
Ch. 5: The Big Deal
Jello. White. Juice. Odor. Why must hospitals be so, so.. ick? I sat up and looked at the tray in front of me with different foods. Worse than the school's cafeteria... But I suppose they try. I played around with it with my spoon before a nurse came.
"I see you're awake." She said.
"No, I'm just a figment of your imagination. Wooo Wooo!" I made weird gestures at her, thinking myself being very rude.
"Very funny. Listen kid, I don't need your sarcasm, it has been a long night and I'm sick and tired of changing bed pans and having the old geezers pinchin' on my ass everytime I do. So I suggest you eat your meal and stay quiet."
"Whoa. Excuse me." I said. That did not sound like something that would have came from a nurse. I wouldn't be surprised if she got fired soon. I waited for her to clean up the place and leave, then I pushed the tray away from me and got out of the bed. I looked down at myself, and I was wearing one of those sheets that they tie in the back and makes your butt stick out. I didn't even want to think about who had dressed me. I searched around the room with my eyes and discovered my clothes neatly stacked on a nearby chair. I picked them up and went into the bathroom.
The light took a few seconds to turn on, and when it finally did I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was ruffled and flattened out. I need some gel. There was no noticable mark on my head indicating a bump, but I felt the back of my head and cringed when I felt the bump. That bastard. I'm surprised I didn't have some kind of countre-coup effect and die. What that meant was that my brain would hit against the front of my skull as a result from the blow from the back. It's sort of difficult to explain, but you get the picture. I changed into my clothes and threw the sheet on the floor and left it in the bathroom.
Not my problem.
I looked in the empty room to see if there was anything else of my possesion. Nope.
I walked out of the room and ended up in some kind of waiting room where I saw my mom.
"Hey, let's get out of here." I said. She woke up, and after talking to the doctors, and filling out a small form, we left.
Thank Buddha, too.
By the time I got back to school, the whole entire student body of Henry Roscoe High knew of the events that happened.
This was probably no thanks to Audrey, but I couldn't blame her I suppose. Everybody wanted to know my side of the story, I thought it might be fun to mess around with them and make up something like: I was in an intense battle with the intruder. His kung fu was very good. He would kick, I would block and vice-versa. We engaged in battle for atleast 20 minutes, destroying objects in my house before he finally landed a hard blow the back of my head, knocking me unconscience.
It sure does get tiring telling the truth.
Finally, after avoiding and rushing past dozens of curious teenagers, I got over to Ray, Lily, and Robbie. Whom of course asked me, but this time I didn't feel frustrated when they asked me. They were my friends and they were concerned.
However, the rest of school...who needs 'em. Well, except Audrey of course.
"Hey," I said, nodding my head to them. "Thanks for the 'get well soon' cards."
"No problemo swami, how's the head?" Ray asked.
"Well, you know. Bumped." I grinned, putting a more positivie attitude on the situation. We all talked for a while about it, but somehow strangely Audrey wasn't at school. She must be sick, I thought. The bell rang, and all the students scurried off to their classes, including myself. School has gotten really boring lately. I just find myself uninterested in this information that all these teachers feed us.
Where is my motivation?
Probably just a phase I'm going through. That robber must have really hit me good because lately I just haven't been the same old Travis.
It'll pass.
I hope.
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Ch. 5: The Big Deal
Jello. White. Juice. Odor. Why must hospitals be so, so.. ick? I sat up and looked at the tray in front of me with different foods. Worse than the school's cafeteria... But I suppose they try. I played around with it with my spoon before a nurse came.
"I see you're awake." She said.
"No, I'm just a figment of your imagination. Wooo Wooo!" I made weird gestures at her, thinking myself being very rude.
"Very funny. Listen kid, I don't need your sarcasm, it has been a long night and I'm sick and tired of changing bed pans and having the old geezers pinchin' on my ass everytime I do. So I suggest you eat your meal and stay quiet."
"Whoa. Excuse me." I said. That did not sound like something that would have came from a nurse. I wouldn't be surprised if she got fired soon. I waited for her to clean up the place and leave, then I pushed the tray away from me and got out of the bed. I looked down at myself, and I was wearing one of those sheets that they tie in the back and makes your butt stick out. I didn't even want to think about who had dressed me. I searched around the room with my eyes and discovered my clothes neatly stacked on a nearby chair. I picked them up and went into the bathroom.
The light took a few seconds to turn on, and when it finally did I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was ruffled and flattened out. I need some gel. There was no noticable mark on my head indicating a bump, but I felt the back of my head and cringed when I felt the bump. That bastard. I'm surprised I didn't have some kind of countre-coup effect and die. What that meant was that my brain would hit against the front of my skull as a result from the blow from the back. It's sort of difficult to explain, but you get the picture. I changed into my clothes and threw the sheet on the floor and left it in the bathroom.
Not my problem.
I looked in the empty room to see if there was anything else of my possesion. Nope.
I walked out of the room and ended up in some kind of waiting room where I saw my mom.
"Hey, let's get out of here." I said. She woke up, and after talking to the doctors, and filling out a small form, we left.
Thank Buddha, too.
By the time I got back to school, the whole entire student body of Henry Roscoe High knew of the events that happened.
This was probably no thanks to Audrey, but I couldn't blame her I suppose. Everybody wanted to know my side of the story, I thought it might be fun to mess around with them and make up something like: I was in an intense battle with the intruder. His kung fu was very good. He would kick, I would block and vice-versa. We engaged in battle for atleast 20 minutes, destroying objects in my house before he finally landed a hard blow the back of my head, knocking me unconscience.
It sure does get tiring telling the truth.
Finally, after avoiding and rushing past dozens of curious teenagers, I got over to Ray, Lily, and Robbie. Whom of course asked me, but this time I didn't feel frustrated when they asked me. They were my friends and they were concerned.
However, the rest of school...who needs 'em. Well, except Audrey of course.
"Hey," I said, nodding my head to them. "Thanks for the 'get well soon' cards."
"No problemo swami, how's the head?" Ray asked.
"Well, you know. Bumped." I grinned, putting a more positivie attitude on the situation. We all talked for a while about it, but somehow strangely Audrey wasn't at school. She must be sick, I thought. The bell rang, and all the students scurried off to their classes, including myself. School has gotten really boring lately. I just find myself uninterested in this information that all these teachers feed us.
Where is my motivation?
Probably just a phase I'm going through. That robber must have really hit me good because lately I just haven't been the same old Travis.
It'll pass.
I hope.
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