Yesterday, I was a little sick. Just a little. My sister was sick and she thinks she got me sick too. She should have told me before. I was so worried because I might get a sore throat. I can’t stand having that again. So she made me some tea and I got to suck on a lemon. But at night, I had to use the bathroom, but I was in so much pain. After I was done and watched my hands. I fell on the floor because I was so weak. My older sister hears me and  I beg her to bring me painkillers. She did and I felt so much better. In the morning, I couldn’t go to the school. I didn’t have class, but I like doing my homework there, even if I get jack done,

So yeah, I’m cold. I’m very cold. I don’t like being cold. I’m also tired. So I took another painkiller and I feel a little better now. 

So the point is my older sister is nice and painkillers rule. I hope I don’t get addicted. I’m not, but the next time I ever get a bloody sore throat, I’m eating the painkillers like candy.