Monday, August 19, 2013
Missing Cross Country
This year I missed cross country, it was one of those week where you couldn't go to school or else you will get the blame of making another child ill. No parent wants their child sick especially mine. What I would describe my day is a home at hospital Tissues everywhere, on the floor, sofa, bed and on the table. My head would be just like a big red balloon ready to pop, my voice was all scruffily and cold. I would shake when the cold breeze's would hit me. What a day at home.