Sandy looked at the grinning coin, then smiled back at it. She then peered into her reflection for about five minutes, before a strange ill feeling passed over her. She clutched her stomach, and recoiled into a chair. The heady rush of sensations flooding her almost doubled her over. She staggered to her feet, collapsed onto the bed and curled up, trying to focus on something, anything else. She felt completely out of balance. Luckily, her groaning didn't wake Kevin.
She fell back into sleep and counted one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...
--- Day One ---
The morning came without much incident. Sandy woke only two more times that night to go to the bathroom. And though the ill feeling ebbed through the next few hours, it never got as strong as that moment before the mirror. However, that didn't ease her mind. The minute Kevin woke up, Sandy demanded to be taken home. None of the romance from the night before lingered the morning after for her; at least she hoped it was the same on his part. A one time deal, that wouldn't lead to any consequences. He glumly obliged her a ride home, and she spent the rest of the morning in solitude as she dressed for the day.
Of course, this would be the day that she was bloated. Nothing fit the way it used to, making Sandy genuinely worry about herself. What could have caused all this? Was she sick? The reflux in her throat warned her of that truth.
"Great, so this is what I get for my birthday. A little vomit, a heap of regret, and a stupid coin!"
Where was that coin? Had she left it at Kevin's? She dug around in her pockets and eventually pulled it out, still facing her with that same smile. Upon seeing it, she couldn't help but smile a little more. Everything would be okay, as long as she had that coin. It was her lucky charm. And who knows? Maybe it did work a little magic last night. How else would she have been motivated to share the night with Kevin? The farthest they'd ever gone was a little kiss on the cheek, and all of the sudden they were--
A wave of nausea swept Sandy into the bathroom, making her regret her wandering thoughts. She wondered what she could have eaten that would be so violently fighting her. She hadn't eaten anything that whole evening; her dad made sure of that. Maybe that was her problem. She didn't know.
How would she manage the walk to school? Even at the peak of health, it was a staggering walk. In her current condition, it could be horrific. However, the only person who'd be able to drive her would be Kevin, as none of her friends had a car, Dad was at work (and hardly help regardless), and taxis were a joke around this town. It's only a few miles.
Does she chance the hike or call up Kevin?
  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 FinnickyFennec (UN: nothing_found at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
TheLastStoryWriter has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author