Brianna opens her eyes- turns over in bed to peer at the alarm clock. 5:38am, on a Tuesday. Immediately, she realizes she has slept in 38 minutes and her neck feels cold and her skin tingles. Throwing her legs over the side of her bed, she feels an odd pain. Her head stings, and so does her throat. She sniffs hard, but her airflow is cumbered.
Oh, no. Not a cold- she thinks.
But oh, yess, it is. So she spends a moment to resist- No, I can still go to school. No big deal. But as soon as her feet plant on her hardwood, and her head flushes with blood from standing, a deep, painful migraine yelps at her. I'll be damned if you can, It smirks. Sniffling, she sits back down, picks up the phone, and fore-warns her ride that she'd be staying home today.
Whether she liked it or not.
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