Fayth Has Feelings, Too - Fayth's Life

DAYS OF THE WEEK

There are 7 days of the week

(hopefully you already knew that),

but it's only TUESDAY.

And it’s only the MORNING.

I’m tired, sad, and stressed even

though I have nothing

to stress about.

Tuesday is now my

least favorite day of the week

because it has made me

realize that the week goes by

way too s l o w l y.

I still have to

get out of bed, though.

I yawn and toss my legs

over my bed really fast.

I hop onto the floor and

do one of those HUGE stretches

where you make screeching

sounds because it feels

really good.

I try to rub the sleep from my eyes,

but it stays there and

all of the sudden I feel really...

dizzy.

Like, about to faint dizzy.

I regain my balance and blink

my eyes.

Why is Tuesday doing this to me?

I’m scared.

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I’M SICK OF THIS

I started sweating

and had another dizzy spell.

I slowly walked back to

my bed and laid down,

putting my hands on my stomach.

Nausea was tickling my throat

and i was breathing heavily

trying to fight it off.

This was not good.

Nonononono.

I quickly got out of my bed

and ran down the hall

io the bathroom

me and my brother share.

I ran to the toilet with my

hands over my mouth

and I was breathing like I

had run a marathon,

not just 30 feet.

Nothing happened.

That’s good.

I stared into the toilet bowl

feeling horrible.

What is happening?

My eyes were heavy and I became

dizzy again

so I knelt by the toilet.

I don’t think you want to know the

details about what happened…

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FUN STUFF

No, I didn’t die.

No, I didn’t pass out.

Yes, I did puke.

Lemme tell you, I hated it.

I looked at myself in the

mirror and… yuck.

My dark brown hair was

a literal rat’s nest,

my face had beads of sweat

on it, I was pale as

a ghost,

and my brown eyes looked

dead.

And I felt dead.

I flushed the toilet

and splashed cold water

onto my face.

I slowly walked back to my

bedroom and picked out an

outfit thinking I was going to school.

A comfy, plain grey sweatshirt

from Old Navy

and black leggings from Target.

I know, I’m a fashion icon.

I headed back to my bed and

snuggled back under the covers.

I was so cold all of the sudden.

I lay there for what felt like

5 seconds when I felt my mom

shaking me and saying my name

softly.

Ughhnnnhha

Yeah, I make beautiful sounds

when I wake up.

Again, I felt dizzy,

and black spots clouded my vision.

I tried speaking but had

a wave of nausea,

so I ran past my mom in a

panic to get to the bathroom in time.

My stomach clenched right as I stood

over the bowl.

My mom was pretty horrified.

She took off the day from her work

and I felt horrible the rest of the day.

At least I got to eat a lot of saltines,

yummm.

Tuesday must really hate me though.

I think it was Connor’s toxic energy

rubbing off on me from yesterday

that made this happen.

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heeeyyy everyone! thx so much for reading!1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnBi7JfUZi7

I've been seeing a lot of these author's notes so I have decided to join the trend.(lol why do I sound like a 45 year old mom trying to be relatable)1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6duY55CYq9

Chile, anyways, so... the idea of this story is inspired by something that happened in my life, and also this book is full of all of my thoughts and stuff. Like, Fayth is pretty much a fictional version of me.1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPeUJ8l94E7

I hope that y'all didn't think I said toilet too much in this chapter tho... LUV U!😘1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ3PuD6lMu8

❤️, Me1122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡox5BZNK39N

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