I've been sick ever since saturday night. I don't how to explain it without giving what went down and such starting on friday; Friday after school, me and Devon(my brother) were walking home from the bus and then we met up with this kid we usually walk with. After that kid left , my brother raced me home. He beat me, but he also locked me out. See, I wouldn'tve cared so much if he just let me in to begin with; he didn't. And I was freezing. Keep in mind, I was starting to get the effects of the new stomach flu making it's rounds in my town. So I banged on the door, yelling for him to let me in. After about twenty minutes of me screaming at in through the walls, and letting myself being heard throughout the whole town, he let me in. I was angry and cold. All because of him. And on top of that, the past week has sucked, because I've been so touchy and it frustrates me that I have no reason to explain why. I'll admit, I lost it and hit him once and said some things. But I headed into my room and started packing, called my dad, asked him to come and get me. My mother showed up five minutes before my father came, saw that I've been crying and was avoiding my brother, and demanded to know what was wrong. I told her my dad was coming to get me and that I couldn't be around my brother right now; I needed to cool off. I told her i hit him and said some things, then I left. She was fine with it and understood me. Once I was at my dad's, him and me talked. My father is my like best friend. We are so much alike, yet we're totally different people at the same time. I calmed down, and I realized how bad I felt for hitting my brother and yelling at him. Things cooled down after my brother came over and i was quiet the rest of the night. Saturday John came over and that's when I started feeling sick. I threw up once when he was there, and I knew I should've sent him home. I didn't. He didn't want to. We watched a movie and then we just chilled with my dad and my oldest sister until his ride came. I must say, I think I developed some abs from laughing so hard. After he laughed, I fell asleep in the bathroom on the floor, throwing up every two hours it seemed. Then sunday rolled around, and I went downstairs and finally fell asleep on the couch while waiting for my dad to get home. I honestly think I didn't move at all. Minus trips to the bathroom and my bedroom. I only ate one meal and managed to make one can of Ginger Ale last me eleven hours. Magic it seemed. Around seven, I went beck to my moms and started feeling better. I slept good that night. And monday, or today, I woke up to find that my brother, baby sister, and mother all have gotten what I had. And I, only feeling a bit dizzy and dull body aches, decided to stay home from school, to take care of the house, them, the dog, my chores, school work, and reading. I'm so thankful that I can type so fast or this post wouldn't exist. I feel absolutely horrible that I gave them what I had. Hence why I'm staying home, and because my mother is staying home work, and my sister and brother are home from school.
I must go. Laundry, family, reading, work, and chores.
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