Hey… you know what? No, ´course not… but I feel like bragging so… I got an A in in English class, I got an A in English class, I got an A in English class… okay I´m sorry to brag, but I really did get an A in English class.
In the ending of the term, I usually always had loads of unfinished homework and stuff, and this year wasn´t different. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, I sat from when I got home until dinner, took an hour off to eat, and go for a walk. When I came back, I sat at least to midnight, but usually to three or four when I was so tired I couldn´t even concentrate enough to read. But it paid off, at Friday, the last day before Christmas holidays, I could hand in everything.
Friday, December the 22:d, I sat in the school corridor on one of the benches, gosh it would feel good to get some real sleep tonight. I had slept at the most four or four hours a night the last week. And it was a miracle I could even keep my eyes open now. But I guessed I´d had to stay awake ´til tonight at least.
I leaned back in the bench, waiting for the other´s day to quit. When I suddenly felt like I´d have to do something, I brought a paper from my locker and quickly wrote the message. "Don´t wait for me, taking the bus to my house to check the post. Be at yours´ soon." And then I walked to the bus- stop. I had to run to catch the right bus, before I stepped onto it, and sat down on a seat next to the window. Five minutes later I got off the bus by the right stop, and walked towards my house.
I got all the letters from the letter box and put them in my rucksack, but I didn´t bother to go into the house, was impossible anyways, I had no key. And then I walked towards the Cullen- house. When I came there, I realized that the others weren´t back from school yet. I shrugged to myself. Guessed they were out doing something. I opened the door, it was opened, I knew that both Esme and Carlisle were home. Carlisle had worked nightshift, and had probably gotten home during the morning.
"Hey." I said when I got inside, and to the kitchen. As I´d predicted, Carlisle and Esme were both there. I sat down on one of the high chairs by the bench. I got up all the letters from my rucksack, and started sorting them.
"Bin, bin, bin… bill." I said. "bin, bill, bill." How I would get the money to pay for the depts., I didn´t know yet, but I was sure I´d figure something out.
"Bin, bin.. and after all, there´s nothing interesting." I took all the bin- mails, and threw them in the bin.
"Something you´d hope to find?" Carlisle asked. I shrugged.
"I don´t know." There was really no point with telling him, that I´d hoped that maybe, just maybe one of my parents had sent me something. I sighed, took the bills, and walked down to my room and threw them at my desk. I sat down on my bed, and stroke my forehead. I felt tha while, I´d have a throbbing headache, I guessed from all the stress with the essays that needed to be finished, and so little sleep.
I started thinking about my life before I went to live with the Cullens. All that stress, and all those sleepless nights, why did I get a headache for that now, when it was even worse earlier, and then I didn´t get a headache.
Maybe, after about two weeks at the Cullens, I had gotten used to sleep at nights, it was just a theory, or maybe I was starting to relax finally after the whole long term I had behind me. I wanted to go ask Carlisle about an Aspirin, but before I had the time, I fell asleep.
"Jamie… dear." The next thing I knew, I felt two cold hands gently touching my face, and I heard Esme´s voice trying to wake me up.
"Mhm." I groaned, immediately, I felt that the headache had gotten at least forty times worse since when I fell asleep.
"Dinner´s ready." Gosh, I really wasn´t hungry, but I understood that Esme and Carlisle would get really worried about me if I didn´t so I sat up.
"Mhm, I´m coming." I stood up, and stretched my arms and legs. Before I walked out of the room, and up to the kitchen, where I sat down by the table, there already was a plate with food on the table, I grabbed the fork, and took a bite. Okay, now I felt worse than ever how not- hungry I was. I started pushing the food back and forth on the plate, to make it look like I was eating. Though, I really understood that I couldn´t trick either Esme or Carlisle. I sat with my head bent down, I didn´t see them, but I could feel their distressed glares… or more, I knew I had them there. At last I put the fork down, I pressed the plate away from me and spoke up.
"I´m not hungry!" I said. Carlisle looked distressed.
"You´re all right sweetie?" Esme asked. I didn't answer, and put my head in my hands.
"Headache huh?" Carlisle spoke up, and came over to me. I nodded slightly, I felt him putting his freezing cold hand on my forehead, I pulled my head away from him.
"Chill out Carlisle, it´s a migraine… I´m not ill…. I just wanna sleep." I stood up, and stumbled downstairs and to my room. I didn´t even bother changing my clothes, though a few seconds later I felt Esme starting to help me do just that.
"What are you doing? Leave me alone."
"You can´t sleep in jeans and jumper, you´ll get too warm." I groaned, and sat up, I was too tired to fight back. And as soon as Esme had helped me take off everything but T- shirts and underwear, she laid the covers upon me while I laid back. But of course, just a few seconds later, Carlisle came in to examine me. I felt him putting a thermometer in my ear, and when it beeped, I hollered in pain.
"Sorry about that… hmm… at least you have no fever…"
"Carlisle… it´s a migraine, do me a favor, and turn off the freaking light and leave." I half fizzled half shouted.
"You feel sick at all?" I sighed at his question.
"A bit."
"I´ll get a bucket just in case."
"Mhm," I groaned, turned around in the bed, and before Carlisle was out the room, I was asleep.
I didn´t wake up again until in the forenoon the next day, I heard chattering from the living… hrm… family room, seemed like the others had gotten home during the time I was asleep. I sat up in my bed, and threw my legs over the edge. The headache was gone. When I placed my feet on the floor, I noticed that someone, probably Carlisle, had placed a bucket next to my bed, in case I would get sick. I smiled slightly, even though I was trying my hardest to not let them close, I kind of appreciated it sometimes, even though I´d never tell the others that.
I stood up, opened my wardrobe, pulled on a pair of Jeans, and a hoodie. Before I grabbed the bucket and walked out of my room. All of the others were sitting in the family room, they were chattering, but stopped talking when I came walking.
"Thought I´d give you your bucket back." I joked. Carlisle chuckled and took it from me.
"Do you feel better now?" Esme asked. I nodded.
"Yes… loads better thank you." She smiled at me. I continued, "I´m just gonna… do some breakfast." I walked upstairs and to the kitchen, got a sandwich and a glass of milk, after I walked downstairs, and sat down with the others. While eating, as always, Emmett had to comment that I was doing just that… eating.
"Seriously Jame, how can you eat that?"
"It´s good." I answered him.
"Smells like ´piece of shit to me."
"Please, you two, stop discussing that, before you get into a wild discussion again. " Carlisle said. "By the way Jamie, how do you feel now?"
"´bit tired… guess that´s only normal after sleeping for… how long was I sleeping."
"Eighteen and a half hours." Esme answered me. I nodded.
The rest of the day went by without any bigger events, none of us really did much. At noon, Carlisle left for the hospital, for a last shift before the free days he had taken out for Christmas and new year.
The next day, at Christmas eve, I woke up by Emmett standing in my room, with the words.
"Come on Jamie, open your eyes, we haven´t got all day, wake up." I just groaned.
"Jingle bells," he began singing. "Sleeping smells, get your ass out of bed." Before I had the time to react, he had grabbed the head of my bed, and tipped it so I fell to the floor with a bang.
"EMMETT." I shouted. But he just shrugged. I wanted to get revenge and the only thing I could think of doing was soaking him with the bottle of water that stood on my bedside table. I grabbed it, opened it and threw it all at him.
"Oh, JAMIE." He shouted.
"You started it." I fought back, when suddenly Carlisle was standing in the door.
"What´s going on in here?" He looked to my bed, who was turned on its side, to Emmett, soaked of course, to me.
"She soaked me pops!" Emmett pointed to me.
"He made me fall out of bed." Carlisle shook his head, then he looked to me.
"Jamie, we´re going to find a Christmas tree, go change, and dress warm, Emmett, you started it so turn the bed right and get that water from the floor."
"But…"
"Now." Carlisle sounded strict, as I got a pair of sweat pants, T-shirt and a hoodie from the wardrobe along with underwear, before I walked to the bathroom to have a human moment.
Later that day, Emmett and Jasper carried the big Christmas tree we had found downstairs to the family room, they put it in a corner of the room, as Alice and Rosalie came after them with boxes and bags with stuff to put in the tree, they placed it all on the floor next to the tree.
During chattering and laughing we dressed the Christmas tree, and a bit more, All the girls- including me, had glitter around our waists, and Emmett and Carlisle had it around their heads, trying to convince Jasper and Edward to do the same as them. I half ran to my room, and got the presents I had bought, I placed them under the tree.
As I´d put them there, I couldn´t stop worrying about if the others would like their presents or not, and when Carlisle sneaked into my room to get who knows what, I was already sleeping tightly.
That is it for today, I know what Carlisle got from Jamie´s room. Anyways, in this chap, Jamie claims she has a migraine… which she has… and, you see, I don´t get migraines myself, and I´m glad for that… but since I doesn´t know too much about them, I´ve written what I thought it´s like. Because if I ask my dad, he´ll keep going on forever about how dramatic my stories is
And... that part about J soaking Emmett, it wasn´t my idea from the start. Thanks to ActressCece, and to you, I hope that it´s still ok that I lend your idea.