FVCK YOU ✗ MINIMINTER

a b s e n t

My mother cleared from the hallway into the kitchen, to which I quickly scrambled for my uniform. I'd found my trousers, shirt and blazer, but the tie  is nowhere to be seen. For fuck sake, I think I left it at the library. You're probably thinking 'who the fuck takes of their tie in a library?' well, I do.

I took my nike socks from the heater, and slid them onto my feet, then followed by my trainers. It's against school rules to wear trainers, but theres no way in hell I'm going to wear those, cheap, plastic barbie shoes. Not only are they basically plastic, they're poundland esque. Genuinely. My school uniform is ridiculous, and the headteacher's an utter bellend. Me and Damon had minor suspicions about Mr Pigwell's sexuality, so we decided to dig a little bit deeper. Turns out he's been married for 28 years and has 1 child. But we decided to spread rumor's that he's gay anyways, just for the laugh - No, we're not evil. We're just bored teenagers, forgive us.

I ran to the kitchen because I smelt some eggs and toast, I thought I had told my mum that I won't be having breakfast today. I walked through the door and sat on the table, just staring at her for no reason at all.

"Stop staring, I'm not letting you leave for school on an empty stomach, what kinda mother would I be if I did that?" she asked, smiling at me.

"I don't know, my head's kinda everywhere today"

"Why, what's the matter? Is it the breakfast, you don't have to eat it"

"No, no - It's not that. I just feel a bit sick. Need not worry, I'll be leaving now"

I said, as I placed a kiss on her cold cheek, and headed for the front door. I waited for the door to close behind me, and as soon as I inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, I released what felt like a gallon of clear bile onto the 'welcome home mat'

I won't be attending school today.

I immediately turned around and began banging on the door, seconds later for it to be opened to my mother.

"Hungry aftera---"

I barged past my mum and ran up the stairs and locked myself in the bathroom and began to start vomiting again. I haven't eaten for about two days.

I cleared things up with my mum and she very kindly prepared me a cup of herbal tea to soothen my throat, and I rested in my bed.

She turned around about to exit my bedroom door, when I asked

"Can I atleast have my phone back?"

"You're sick. No phone, no communication, distractions. Just rest, you need it baby"