You were sat in class, bored. When you felt acid occurring in your stomach. Sickness. You ran to the bathrooms, just in time to throw up in the toilet.

You were crouched over the toilet seat. When someone ran in and quickly held your hair back whilst you were sick for the last time. You slowly sat down on the floor, holding your stomach, to face your enemy; Ares.

"How many weeks in are you?” he said clueless. ”Ares, this baby is your responsibility as much as mine, so work it out your damn self.”