I was going to go to school.

I really was.

But when we got there, Dezeray said she didn't want to go.

I wanted her to go with me.

But she said naw.

So, being an idiot, I glared and told her to start driving home then.

She was confused.

I said I would dip with her.

She smiled.

And we drove off.

When we got back, I was still brooding over the decision I had made.

I was upset with her and myself.

So, I drank a cup of coffee.

A week and a half earlier, Dezeray made the coffee too strong and got food poisoning from it.

But that batch was long gone.

This was a fresh thing of coffee.

Her mom had some coffee, as well as her, a few days ago, and they both got sick.

Her mom is sick still.

She isn't anymore.

But I am.

Or, was.

I got food poisoning from the coffee after I decided to skip school.

Trust me, I've got enough crap for it.

There's really no point in tell anyone on here.

My grandma and dad would do better with this information.

But I'm not the kind of person to know I fucked up and live with it.

I can't.

So, there.

That's the honest truth.

I skipped school, then got food poisoning.

So, I did stay out of school for food poisoning.

But I chose to stay out of school before.

So, I'm still in trouble.

I know what I did wrong.

I know why I shouldn't do it.

And I know what it's like to pretend to be a rebel but really freak out and try to ask forgiveness immediately after doing something bad.

Nothing else needs to be said.

But I always say something.

Something