"How have you not had the chickenpox before?" Karen asked me, to which I replied with a light shrug. I honestly didn't know.
"My mum said I have had it before, but it was a mild case." I added a few seconds later after finally considering a proper answer. Karen had come to visit me while Jake was out with some friends. I liked Karen. She'd become quite a good friend to me.
"That doesn't really explain why you've got it a second time." She replied, a small look of confusion on her face. My mother walked in seconds later with a small bowl of chicken soup.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" She asked me as she handed me the bowl. I stared at her with a somewhat glum look on my face.
"Itchy." I said simply, brushing some of my hair out of my face. I'd just gotten a new haircut a few weeks earlier, and I still wasn't quite used to it yet. My hair was a lot shorter now than it had previously been. It kept getting in my face, and I couldn't quite tie it up.
"I figured as much." My mother laughed a little as she spoke. My face remained sombre. She said nothing more, and quickly turned to leave the room. Karen started to laugh when she deemed my mother was far enough away to be out of earshot. I let a small smile form on my face, but I shoved a spoonful of soup into my mouth.
"So, have I missed much?" I asked after eating a few spoonfuls.
"What do you mean, like, at school?" Karen tilted her head to the side a little, confused by my question.
"Oh, at school." I quickly added, smiling.
"Well.. not much really, I suppose." She shrugged. "Ben made a paint bomb explode in the staff room." When she said this, I instantly spit out my soup all over my duvet, and some of the contents of the bowl spilling down my front. This caused her to start laughing as well, quickly taking my bowl from me as I thrusted it into her hands, jumping out of my bed and trying to take off my pyjama shirt as quickly as I could. I ran over to my wardrobe and grabbed another, quickly putting it on and turning back to face a hysterical Karen. I shook my head and laughed a little myself at what had just happened.
"I'm guessing you won't let me forget that one, eh?" I asked, smiling and walking back over to my bed, scratching my arm. She nodded.
"Indeed. You'll be hearing about this for quite a while." After clambering into my bed and taking the bowl of soup back from Karen, I quickly vowed to not ask questions while eating my soup.
"Ow, that really hurt.." I mumbled as I took yet another spoonful of soup. Karen snickered, and I turned to her and glared. She quickly stopped. I nodded, as though to say 'Good idea', and quickly returned to eating my soup.
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