The last chapter sucked, I'm sorry.
Ellie's POV
I rolled over in bed. It was a Thursday, and the ninth day I hadn't gone to school.
"Eleanor Nash! Get out of bed right now! You're not sick, so stop moping around!" Mom yelled.
I groaned and put the pillow over my head.
Mom stood in my doorway. "Come on, Eleanor. You've missed enough school, so let's go!"
I looked at her.
"Honey," she started, sitting down on my bed, "what happened? Why aren't you going to school? You used to love school."
"Sean came over on Saturday and said some things that pissed me off. I fucking hate him." I sat up. "And I'm just exhausted all the time."
Mom nodded. "Have you been eating?"
I sighed. "Yeah," I lied.
"Good." She smiled and smoothed a crease in her shirt. "Okay, baby, let's go. Get up."
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I sighed as I walked into homeroom. "Ellie, are you okay?" Marco asked me.
I didn't say anything, I kept walking. I sat down at the farthest corner of the room.
"Ellie?" Mr. Simpson called.
"Here," I replied sleepily, resting my chin in my hand and shutting my eyes.
"Ellie, do you want to see the nurse? You're, like, uber pale," Marco asked.
I nodded absentmindedly.
"Mr. Simpson, get the nurse," Marco called.
I opened my eyes. "No, Marco, I'm fine," I said getting up. Everything spun for a second, then started to go black around the edges. I sat back down, only to see Marco looking at me, worried, of course.
"Ellie, you're not okay," he said, kneeling down next to me and grabbing my hand. "Jesus, you're freezing," he muttered.
I pulled my hand away from his, and set it in my lap. "Really, Marco, I'm okay. I have to get to Kwan." I stood up again. All of the blood rushed to my head, and everything went black.
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Marco's POV
I stood above Ellie, who passed out on the floor. "Ohmigod, Mr. Simpson! Get the nurse!" I yelled. I kneeled down next to her as the rest of the class circled in. Please, Ellie, don't do this to me...
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Looks like Ellie's ED is finally catching up to her. Much love,
Zoe
