A New World I Live In
This is 1 of my old stories I wrote...I lyk completely n totally 4got bout it...lol...i want 2 share it w/ u all...soo I hope u enjoy n comment if u have any ideas 4 me so i can write the 4th chapter...I really need help n i wuld lyk yalls help...so if u dnt mind doing tht 4 me...THX!! n yet again I hope u enjoy the story! :D
I'm Nicole and I want to tell you my story! So here it is. Enjoy...I guess.
One morning I woke up feeling strange. I felt stranger than usual. I felt weak, dizzy, tired, and thirsty. I wasn't thirsty for water, coke, dr. pepper, and coffee...I was thirsty for...blood! I don't know why I was thirsty for blood. I hate blood and I mean I hate it. I hate the way it tastes, I hate the way it looks, and I hate the way it feels.
I ignored the strange thirstiness for blood, ignored the weakness, ignored the dizziness, and I ignored the tiredness. I walked down the steps to the kitchen and found my mom there, sitting at the kitchen table as she always does, every morning.
"Mom can you take my temperature," I asked my mom.
"Why sure honey. What's wrong," she asked with a worried tone in her voice.
"Nothing. It's just that when I woke up I felt dizzy, weak, and extremely tired," I replied.
"Hmm. That's weird. Well ok...hold on let me go get the thermometer," my mom told me kind of worried.
A few seconds later, she came back with the thermometer. She took my temperature and my temperature was fine she said. I didn't get it and neither did my mom. So my mom called my doctor and made me an appointment. After she hung up with my doctor, she retook my temperature to make sure she didn't read it wrong by accident. A few minutes later, my mom read my temperature and it was still fine.
"Well you don't have a fever. Just...go up stairs to your room and lay down for a little bit and see if it makes your dizziness and weakness go away," she told me with a worried voice.
"Ok mom. You sure I'm ok? Do you know if anything is wrong with me?" I asked her very curiously.
"Honestly honey...I don't know if there is anything wrong with you. That's why I called your doctor and made an appointment," my mom said while trying to not be scared, worried, or nervous.
When I got in front of my bedroom door I opened it and slowly walked to my bed, but on the slow walk to my bed I had to hold on to objects, so I wouldn't fall. It seemed like it took me forever to walk to my bed at the rate I was walking. When I finally made it to my bed...without falling, I laid down and thought, and I thought some more. I thought so freaking much that I started to get extremely sleepy. But before I fell asleep, I was laying down in my bed with the lights off, and I was thinking to myself...
One morning I woke up feeling strange. I felt stranger than usual. I felt weak, dizzy, tired, and thirsty. I wasn't thirsty for water, coke, dr. pepper, and coffee...I was thirsty for...blood! I don't know why I was thirsty for blood. I hate blood and I mean I hate it. I hate the way it tastes, I hate the way it looks, and I hate the way it feels.
I ignored the strange thirstiness for blood, ignored the weakness, ignored the dizziness, and I ignored the tiredness. I walked down the steps to the kitchen and found my mom there, sitting at the kitchen table as she always does, every morning.
"Mom can you take my temperature," I asked my mom.
"Why sure honey. What's wrong," she asked with a worried tone in her voice.
"Nothing. It's just that when I woke up I felt dizzy, weak, and extremely tired," I replied.
"Hmm. That's weird. Well ok...hold on let me go get the thermometer," my mom told me kind of worried.
A few seconds later, she came back with the thermometer. She took my temperature and my temperature was fine she said. I didn't get it and neither did my mom. So my mom called my doctor and made me an appointment. After she hung up with my doctor, she retook my temperature to make sure she didn't read it wrong by accident. A few minutes later, my mom read my temperature and it was still fine.
"Well you don't have a fever. Just...go up stairs to your room and lay down for a little bit and see if it makes your dizziness and weakness go away," she told me with a worried voice.
"Ok mom. You sure I'm ok? Do you know if anything is wrong with me?" I asked her very curiously.
"Honestly honey...I don't know if there is anything wrong with you. That's why I called your doctor and made an appointment," my mom said while trying to not be scared, worried, or nervous.
When I got in front of my bedroom door I opened it and slowly walked to my bed, but on the slow walk to my bed I had to hold on to objects, so I wouldn't fall. It seemed like it took me forever to walk to my bed at the rate I was walking. When I finally made it to my bed...without falling, I laid down and thought, and I thought some more. I thought so freaking much that I started to get extremely sleepy. But before I fell asleep, I was laying down in my bed with the lights off, and I was thinking to myself...
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