or when illness fills your body.
high body temperature, shivers all day despite the warm weather, headache, and a pain within my bones meant only one thing: the dreaded flu.
everything is hazier today, everything is more fogged. even when i possibly got a concussion, i felt out of my mind.
the maybe-concussion came during gym. after sitting around for the better part of the period, i came to my feet, albeit shakily, and walked over to two guys i knew, who were playing soccer.
i went along with them, realizing how rusty i had become in the sport.
as i stood behind the hispanic guy, the other person playing kicked the ball.
i bursted out to kick the call. however, so did ricardo. his sweeping kick, meant for the ball which i had sneakily prepared to kick, hit my left ankle as my right foot connected with the ball.
next thing i knew, i was on my back, the wind knocked out of me, and laughter at my lips. i don't know why i was laughing, because everything hurt in me. my head ached worse, as did my back.
"fuck you, ricardo," i said laughingly before returning to my original state of stillness.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
