I nervously sat down. A boy named Tai who sat behind me leaned over and shot a spitball in my hair.
I hated my seat. I hated people. I hated this school. I hated Maine! I wished mom and dad never died and I wouldn't have to live with Bree in Maine!
I jumped up and literally ordered Mr. Vodrayca to let me go to the bathroom.
I raced down the hall and past the bathroom, and straight into the nurse's office, and tried to look sick. I moaned as I opened the door.
Nurse Amanda looked at me.
"What's wrong, dearie?"
"I..uh.."
I hadn't thought this far in the plan yet. Nurse Amanda then added,
"You look like you just threw up!"
"Yes! I...did. My stomach hurts really bad, too. And my head and my throat hurt. I think I need to call my mom."
She handed my the phone and got up to check on another student. I watched her leave and dialed my sisters' number. She answered, and said,
"Maddie, what do you want, I'm on my shift!"
"Listen, Bree. There's these mean girls and I'm in the nurse but I'm fine and I just want to go home so please come pick me up!!!" I wailed.
"Oh." she said. She sounded peppier.
"I'm coming."
"Wear makeup that makes you look old," I said.
"Gotta go."
After I hung up, Nurse Amanda came back and I told her my mother was on the way.
When Bree go to the nurse's office, she looked exactly like how mom did.
Bree talked to nurse Amanda for a minute, and then we got into her car and drove away.
