Recently I've been getting these random spasms of dizziness, where I feel like I'm going to faint or something. I first got it in seventh-period lunch on Wednesday, and man, was it scary. Everybody was saying how I looked more pale than usual, and then they started bringing up low blood-sugar and whatnot and I got more worked up than I should have. Carrie brought me to the nurse and we found out that there's too much fluid in my left ear, which is causing some disruptive equilibrium or something along those lines. Basically, I don't have balance anymore in my head. Which kind of makes sense, because I never did.
Tonight is the last football game of the season, and I think Mitzi and I are going together. Last weekend's game against the local all-boys private school was a disaster - the final was 42 to 3 them. I felt so bad for the boys.
So yesterday in history I decided to ask the quarterback, Kyle, about tonight. "How do you guys look for tomorrow?"
He bent in closer to hear me, still smiling goofily. "What was that?"
"Do you think you guys'll win?" I repeated, allowing myself a grin.
He picked up his backpack as the final bell rang, a look of nonchalance gracing his face. "Oh, yeah. We're gonna win."
Kyle, I hope you're right.
Tonight is the last football game of the season, and I think Mitzi and I are going together. Last weekend's game against the local all-boys private school was a disaster - the final was 42 to 3 them. I felt so bad for the boys.
So yesterday in history I decided to ask the quarterback, Kyle, about tonight. "How do you guys look for tomorrow?"
He bent in closer to hear me, still smiling goofily. "What was that?"
"Do you think you guys'll win?" I repeated, allowing myself a grin.
He picked up his backpack as the final bell rang, a look of nonchalance gracing his face. "Oh, yeah. We're gonna win."
Kyle, I hope you're right.
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