It was dead silent, the darkness in your room wrapping around you with the comfort of your blankets keeping you tucked in and snug as a bug in a rug. You smile softly, so comfy and happy you are able to sleep.

The fan made a sound that somehow helps you sleep and to keep you cool when your hot flashes hit you. You are so comfy.

Nothing can ruin this, right?

You turn over, you kind of stirred awake a bit by this. You didn't want to wake up, not even to this movement. You drift back to sleep for what felt like only a minute, but was actually a good solid 30 minutes. . .

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!! 

You groan against the pillow, whimpering. "Damn it! Why do I have to go to school?!" You growl, slinging the covers over you to get up, slam a finger over the snooze button, but you make sure to cut the alarm off so you don't get startled while changing.

"School is just so cruel... Why can't we get up later?... 8 or 9 would be perfect... 5 or 6? That's cruel..." You complain as you snag on your blue jeans, looking up at the mirror to see a drowsy you.

Your eyes were still a bit puffy, your irises small due to your bedroom light being brighter than usual.

You just look plain. Tired. No if, ands, or buts about it. You were so tired.

So tired— that you plan to play "sick".

Yes. You, play sick? Shocking isn't it? You'd hate to miss a day, but you are just so tired. Fighting with yourself to stay awake or go back to sleep.

"It's only the second day, I won't miss much-" You tell yourself in a croak, making you jump a bit at how rough your voice sounds.

Debating on the issue at hand with such little time, yesterday's afternoon comes flooding back to your droggy mind.

"I'd love to hang out tomorrow, at lunch. Just you and I. No friends. None." She seemed to have been so serious,

"You will be here tomorrow, right?" She raises an eyebrow at me, staring deep into my eyes to only leave a whimper coming out.

"I-I don't s-see wh-why I wouldn't be here— I-I mean, i-it is the-the second da-day of s-school. I-I'll m-meet you." You smile bashfully, looking down and twiddling your thumbs shyly, a soft warmth heating your cheeks again.

You whine, frowning with furrowed eyebrows at that memory you almost let slip. What are you to do (Y/N)?

[[🥀Will you go?]]
Votes: 4 of 5

[[🥀Will you stay home?]] Votes: 3 of 5

((A/N: you get to choose, how about that?))