your at home on a Friday you suspiciously don’t show up at school nothing weird just EVERYTHING went wrong. Failed your math exam Thursday,woke up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache and end up throwing up everywhere. Your room is a DISASTER. Your skin is breaking out. it’s pouring rain outside. You wanna scream as loud as possible.

your taking a nap when someone nudges your arm it’s Clapton Davis. Your best friend since 6th grade.

“You okay? Damn…” he says.