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The story of Elizabeth and Liberty has gone in a direction that has surprised me, but has been a ton of fun to write. If you need to catch up on the story so far, check out my Taking Liberty page for summaries and links to all the segments.
Lucky number 13? I think Thm is trying to kill me with today's words: conniption, janky (really?), and scooch. Let's see what I can do with them.
Mrs. Herrington clucked over me as James led me through the door. I could tell that she was probably going to let the class have it when we were in the hallway. The class could tell, too by the whispers I heard.
I didn't understand the barrage of hatred that had come my way since Liberty's funeral. Even Dena had distanced herself from me, saying I was different. As James took my hand and put it on his arm, I wondered why he of all people was now being so nice to me.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asked, slowing his steps to match my pace.
I nodded, not trusting myself to form a complete sentence. My brain was starting to feel fuzzy again, and I could feel Liberty's presence like the dull roar of machinery in the background.
We walked in silence. I noticed James looking at me every few moments. By the concerned look on his face, I assumed he was watching to see if I was about to pass out or maybe puke all over his shoes.
I must have faded away, because the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a chair in the nurse's office hearing James and the nurse yelling in the other room. I started to stand up, but my head swam and I flopped back into my chair.
The nurse walked into the room and handed me a juice box. James was right on her tail.
"Can't you see there's something wrong with her?" He yelled after taking one look at my face.
"Don't have a conniption, honey. You need to calm down. It's probably just her sugar is low." She pushed my hand with the juice box toward my face. Dutifully I began drinking. "Did you have any breakfast, sugar?" She asked in a grandmotherly voice that didn't fit her young face.
I tried to remember that morning, but it was all a haze. Taking the straw from my mouth I said, "I'm not sure. I think I did."
She frowned at me and took my wrist. Looking at her watch, I could see the frown become deeper as the seconds ticked away. She looked at James and then back to me.
"Why don't you scooch into my office and we'll check you out?"
I pulled myself to my feet and started to follow the nurse into the office. As I passed James, he took my hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
"I'll wait for you out here."
This was a really hard segment for me to write. Sorry if it was a little boring. I'm not sure why James is being so nice to Elizabeth when the rest of the school has turned on her. I have a few ideas though. Guess we'll have to wait and see what words come next week!