I’ll go first, 'cause why not?:
OK, so this takes place in the morning, when I was about 5 in kindergarten.
I woke up one morning, and my stomach felt really uneasy. I thought it was just some unusual morning sickness, and tried to ignore it. I was one of those kids that couldn’t stand missing school.
So, I ate my food, had breakfast (made it worse), and hopped onto the bus.
It got worse and worse on the bus. I held my stomach for the ENTIRE ride.
When I got of the bus, everything just went wrong. I couldn’t hold the pain anymore, and I just VOMITED in front of everybody. I wasn’t even expecting that to happen myself! A big, big pile of vomit. And that was when I knew, I messed up.
I got weird looks and "ewww!"s, and as an introverted kid, I was extremely embarrassed.
A teacher took me to my classroom and we sat there for a few minutes, alone, in silence.
She spoke up and said, “Uhhh… I like your gloves. I have those, too.”
and I just responded with “thanks,” on the verge of having a mental breakdown.
After that, they sent me to the sickroom and my K-1 teacher gave me the option to read a book while I was there, but I said no, I just wanted to disappear and go home.
(Mind you, my teacher HATED me for no reason. I never knew this until my mom told me.)
Some kids peeked in the sickroom and acted like I was some animal in a cage at the zoo.
It kinda hurt, but I knew it was my fault.
Then, my dad and uncle picked me up, and I stayed home with my grandma, happily playing angry birds.
And that’s it. Hope you enjoyed, I guess.
