Juliet's POV

I woke up in the morning and felt the same but a little worse I could say. My voice was slightly changed and I coughed on and off. My temperature was normal and I didn't have fever. 

I don't want to miss school today so I got dressed and went downstairs with my backpack and shoes on. I went to the kitchen to get my breakfast when my mom spoke to me, she recognized the slight change of my voice and told me not to go to school today because if I get wheezing I would feel worse but I succeeded pleading her and told her that its just the beginning and I'll be alright after a while. She gave me some hot water, kissed me on my forehead and I left saying goodbye. 

I felt better after I went to school, especially after seeing my friends who are always around me and make me feel better. The first few periods went well but I didn't speak much to anyone because whenever I spoke my throat hurts. During the break, I didn't have strength to play so I sat on a rock at the side of the playground. 

"Hey Juliet! What's wrong? Why don't you join us?"

Omar screamed standing at the center of the playground.

All eyes gazed at me and that was embarrassing because I was the center of attention and I hate it. 

"I'm not feeling well"

I responded.

I hope he heard me since I was too soft. I couldn't scream like how he did. I watched them walking towards me, all of them. I noticed Omar asking something from Aliza and she replied back. Maybe he didn't hear what I said. 

"So what happened?" asked Kaym.

Before I could reply I heard Aliza say, "She's having cold and a sore throat"

"We feel sorry for you dude" Said Harry

"Are you having fever also?" questioned Fred

"No"

"Get well soon buddy" Edgar told.

"Will you mind if we played without you?" Kaym asked

And I replied, "Indeed no, you guys play! I'll be watching"

"Thanks! But we'll miss you"

They said and went away. I noticed Salman spoke nothing. Maybe he didn't care. I was pleased when everyone came and spoke to me, it showed that they cared for me and I'm important to them, but at the same moment I was sad when I thought about Salman.

Why didn't he speak to me?

Doesn't he care for me?

Is it because I don't speak to him and I act weird with him? But that's not on purpose. I don't understand my own behavior towards him. Not that I hate him, but its just that I feel awkward and I don't know why. 

I expected him to ask something from me but he didn't. When everyone came to me a while ago, Aliza, Omar, Kaym, Harry, Fred and Edgar were surrounding me leaving no space for the others. Anna, Olivia and Salman had to stand behind them. 

I know he was behind, but why couldn't he speak a word with me at least when the others moved away to the playground. 

The bell rang cutting off my thoughts indicating that the break was over and we ran back to the class after washing our faces and refreshing ourselves. 

We had science, one of my favorite subjects. I tried my best to concentrate on what Miss Rozani taught. After almost half of the period finished, I suddenly felt like I can't breathe. My throat was tightening and I felt really sick. I couldn't breathe well and started panting and coughing. 

I held Aliza's hands and placed my head on my desk. I was feeling dizzy and kind of shivering. Aliza massaged my hands and rubbed my back and I heard Miss Rozani asking what's wrong with me and Aliza replying. Miss Rozani lifted my head up, checked on me, asked a few questions about my sickness and told that I had got my wheeze back. 

She took me downstairs with the help of Aliza to the sickroom. I wasn't worse, I could walk but holding someone. She was like my second mother, mom at school, loving and caring. She gave me some pills and made me lie on the bed and left with Aliza, back to class.   

I was all alone lying in the sickroom, bored and had nothing to do except for staring at the ceiling or the walls around me. I wish I had a story book or someone to talk to me and entertain me.

..........

I opened my eyes, looked at the clock and realized that I had slept for almost an hour. I am feeling better now. I wiped my face with a wet tissue and laid back on the bed covering myself with a blanket. It was comfortable. 

The sickroom is not very huge. It had two beds at the two corners, two chairs beside both the beds, a cupboard containing all type of medicines, bandages and so on and a refrigerator at a corner. The refrigerator was here because the kitchen was smaller and had no room for it. The kitchen is close by the sickroom. This room had an attached washroom too. 

This room is in a corner of the building and no one comes to this side often except for the maids. They come here only to clean or take anything from the refrigerator. This is like a forgotten room, but not scary. Anyone could stay here alone because its very peaceful and sometimes it makes you forget that you are in school, but the only disadvantage is that we feel bored and have nothing to do except sleeping. Those who are interested in sleeping would love this place.

I hear a knock on the slightly opened door.

"Come in" I say.

The door opened slowly and waked in Aliza with Anna and Olivia behind her. Olivia didn't close the door, maybe she forgot. Then surprising me walked in Omar, Salman, Kaym, Harry, Edgar and Fred. I never expected them to visit me because they didn't know I was seriously sick, although I knew the girls would definitely do.

I sat up partially, more like lying down, but my head was lifted up so I could see them and talk to them. Aliza sat beside me on the bed, Omar sat on the chair beside my bed. Anna and Olivia removed their shoes, climbed up the bed and sat near me. 

If I wasn't sick all ofthem would've squashed into one bed, but since I needed some space to breathe-in, the rest sat on the other bed except Kaym, who sat on the other empty chair and drew it close by Omar and Aliza who were sitting by me.

A quick update yeah? 

What's gointa happen next?

Will anything interesting happen in the sickroom? 

Or will Juliet's sickness become severe till the extent of.....

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