I’ve procrastinated a lot, but I’m working on finishing Joy’s Journal. I have most of the pictures, which are old and not good quality, but I don’t have the stuff to take new ones, so I’m going to use these.
The parts will probably not be consistent, but here’s one.
If you have no idea what is happening, here’s the link to the series so far.
So I pretended that nothing was wrong and went to classes anyway, despite feeling so sick. My teachers didn’t notice that anything was wrong, but I was trying pretty hard to act normal.
The next day I felt worse, but I went to class again.
Every day I felt worse, and it got harder to function, but I pushed through it.
I knew that I should stay back from my classes and rest, but I was so scared.
I went to the classes, but I wasn’t really learning anything. I found it really hard to focus on what my teachers were saying, and I often went to bed before I finished much of my homework.
My grades went way down, but my teachers didn’t seem to notice.
Really no one seemed to notice how awful I felt.
One morning Savana was trying to wake me up, like always.
“Hey sleepy head!” She teased. “Are you okay?”
The true answer was definitely not, but I couldn’t tell her that. “Nah, I’m just tired.” I told her with as much strength as I could muster.
“Do you want to go get ice cream with me and Callie after classes today?” Savana asked.
I knew not going might show her that something was wrong, but I just couldn’t do it. “No thanks, not today.”
“Are you sure? We could bring you back some ice cream?”
“It’s okay. I’ve got homework to do.”
I never did end up finishing that night’s homework.