Post by ALEX PYOTER VETER on Aug 3, 2014 20:07:09 GMT -5
It certainly wasn’t the taco’s he’d eaten last night, because he knew for certain that you couldn’t get headaches from bad tacos, could you? He frowned and cringed as the dull ache in his head increased throbbing as if someone was pressing a rusty knitting needle into his ear and wiggling it about. He sighed and pressed a warm palm against the pale brow as he blinked back the overly bright lights of the hallway – seriously had they always been so yellow. Dragging his palm down his face he groaned miserably and finally found the crowd that led to this next class.
Class had been a disaster – Alex had stupidly chosen a seat at the back but even then he wasn’t out of the teacher’s vision enough to not get picked on. And Alex swore he was called on to answer every question on the board, he must have looked especially like a target today. Nevertheless, migraines with all with their delightful blurry eyesight symptom’s made it almost impossible for Alex to read the board without straining his sight much to the chagrin of the teacher who’d assigned him an extra homework task because he obviously wasn’t “applying himself”.
Stupid hag, with her stupid gross mono-brow.
Sighing he trudged out of the classroom and as the bright painful glare of the hallway lights hit him again, Alex decided that enough was enough, he needed to nip this in bud immediately.
Slowly he made his way to the nurses office, the Doc was a decent guy, Alex just hoped he wasn’t busy, he’d never really used the nurses office much before on an account of his grin and bear it attitude. He approached the door and knocked quietly, not waiting for an answer he peeped inside and with a half-smile asked.
“Hey, a-are you busy?”
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