Absence
It all started yesterday morning when I was finally woken up by my alarm clock that's been playing "Fireworks" by Katy Perry and Chio talking about the upcoming episode of Jersey Shore. As I rolled out of bed I felt sore and achy, but instead of feeling sad I was ecstatic that my new work-out routine was actually working. So I began my normal stretching routine when I realize I can't quite turn completely side to side. Strange. I make my way to school and I am continuously reminded of the horrible ache in my back. And of what my optimistic attitude hope would happen (it would most certainly get better), it most certainly did not. Instead it got unbearably worse. At this point, near the end of the day, I can barely stand. So I call my dad and he tells me he's working and can not pick me up. Then Deja calls my brothers girlfriend, Nina, to come pick me up because I refused to call because I didn't want to inconvenience her. When Deja hands me the phone I wait to see if she'll pick up. She doesn't. However, she immediately calls back and Ricky picks up.
"Hello...yea" then he laughs and hands me the phone
"...this grown man on the phone, Where is Pookie!"
"Are you still talking, he's not on the phone anymore"
"Ooooh my goodness who is that picking up your phone?"
"Ricky"
"Oh, I was about to say who this grown man picking up your phone, Hahaha, but wassup Pookie"
I then explain to her the situation
"Pookie! This could be serious. You know what, call your mom and see if she wants me to take you to the hospital, how could this happen!"
"I fine I mean you can finish what your doing and then come up here."
"No, Pookie I'm on my way now"
In about an hour and a half I'm stiffly laying in my bed singing also to Natasha Bedingfield "Strip Me" waiting on my mom to tend to what appears to be a back spasm caused by the unknown and provoked by every movement.
"Hello...yea" then he laughs and hands me the phone
"...this grown man on the phone, Where is Pookie!"
"Are you still talking, he's not on the phone anymore"
"Ooooh my goodness who is that picking up your phone?"
"Ricky"
"Oh, I was about to say who this grown man picking up your phone, Hahaha, but wassup Pookie"
I then explain to her the situation
"Pookie! This could be serious. You know what, call your mom and see if she wants me to take you to the hospital, how could this happen!"
"I fine I mean you can finish what your doing and then come up here."
"No, Pookie I'm on my way now"
In about an hour and a half I'm stiffly laying in my bed singing also to Natasha Bedingfield "Strip Me" waiting on my mom to tend to what appears to be a back spasm caused by the unknown and provoked by every movement.
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