Chapter 3

I hate Mondays.I mean why couldn't we just have a weekend of five days and school for two days? Life would have been much better that way.

I stand up slowly from my bed and I'm immediately hit with a strong migraine.The doctor said some of these things are the early signs and I just sigh. Life sucked balls. Literally.

I take slow and steady steps to the bathroom when an idea hits me. Since I'm sick, like really sick, maybe I can convince my mum to let me stay home from school for now. I smile at the thought. Maybe being sick is not so bad after all.

I make my way downstairs and see my mum already making breakfast. She looks worn out and I hate the fact that she has to worry so much about me.

She notices my presence and turns around to face me. I put up a fake smile and head towards her. I need to sound as believable as possible.

"So mum...",I begin slowly.She turns fully to face me and I bite my lip nervously.She raises an eyebrow at me,indicating I should continue with what I'm saying.I take a deep breath and continue with what I'm saying.

"I was umm.. wondering..well since I'm not feeling so well...can I umm..stay home from school today?"

I put up the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. She had to let me stay home,she can't resist all this cuteness.

"Nice try honey..but the answer is no.The doctor said you could still go to school and do other things you loved because you are not very sick yet".She gives me the 'you aren't arguing with me' look and I just sigh.

Hey, it was worth the try.

"Screw the doctor",I mumble under my breath.

But I guess she hears because she quickly turns back and asks."Did you say something,Claire?"

"Oh no I didn't". If she indeed heard what I said, she chooses not to acknowledge it as she continues making breakfast.

I leave her in the kitchen and make my way up to my room. My head still hurts like the son of a bitch and I know I need some aspirins to take care of that.

I skip shower and go straight ahead to dress up in the most tacky jeans ever with too many ripped holes in it.Miss Featherfield will definitely have a great day complaining about my dressing today. I giggle at the thought of her eyes actually popping out of her head if she sees my jeans.

I put on a band t-shirt at least twice my size with nothing but a sports bra underneath it.I love my freedom and bras kind of restrict that.

I make my way downstairs after grabbing a pair of socks from my drawer. I wasn't the best when it came to caring about my appearance.

My mum is no longer in the kitchen when I come back there. I grab an apple and a bottle of water. Breakfast makes me sick. With that, I grab my back pack and my pair of black converse, heading to the door.

Just as I am about to open the door I hear my mum's voice. She has probably taken notice of the fact that I didn't have breakfast. I'm in so much trouble.

"Claire?"

I put up the most innocent face ever and stare back at her.

"yes mum?" She is standing right in front of me now in her work clothes. Whoever sold that top to her had no heart. It's hideous and I've never seen a shade of purple so ugly.

I bite my lip to conceal the laughter that is threatening to come out. My mum will kill me if I laugh at her clothing.

"I just want to remind you of the doctor's appointment we have by four today.

I let out a deep breath I didn't even know I was holding. She must have noticed how anxious I am because she puts up a worried expression.

"Are you okay honey"?She looks genuinely concerned.

Think fast Claire.

"umm ..I'm fine mom,I'm just scared of what the doctor is going to say".

Well done girl. My subconscious gives me a pat on my back.

Technically I'm not lying because I'm scared as hell of what the doctor is going to say;if I truly have brain disorder or if it was a minor disease I shouldn't worry about.

He had told us it was likely to be a brain disorder but wasn't sure so he ran some tests on me and I'm meant to go back today to get the results.

Again, life sucks balls.

"Oh honey, it's going to be okay,you're going to be fine".She begins sobbing now. "I can't loose you too". She keeps on saying.

I hug her hard. How I hate emotional moments like these."You're not going to loose me mum,I promise you". I'm not sure why I said that but it feels right at the moment so I just go with it.

She finally lets me go after what feels like hours and I quickly slip from her arms and hurry to get my bike. I don't want her to suggest I get a ride with Gabriel.I mean I don't hate him as much as I used to,but I'm not going to ride with him to school.That will just be a whole lot of weird.

I take my time on my way to school. Not pedalling too fast or too slow, breathing in the air as it hit my face.Allowing the morning sun to soak through my skin. I want to be locked in this moment forever because this is truly when I feel bliss.