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        <title>Near death experience (part 1)</title>   
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        <p><span style="color: #df8504">A story I&#39;ve decided to write, based on an actual event.&#160; Enjoy~Let me know what you think!</span></p>
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<p>As I researched the half-life of radioactive isotopes created through nuclear energy on the shitty school lap tops, I noticed the words starting to blur into another.&#160; All of a sudden I&#39;m sweaty, I&#39;m hot and cold at the same time, &quot;what?!&quot; I wisper under my now heavy breath.&#160; I looked down, I was wearing three shirts and a jacket, &quot;is it hot in here or is it just me?&quot;, I randomly blurt out as I&#160;fidget to&#160;take my jacket off.&#160; A few people look at me from the corner of they&#39;re eyes but quickly go back to they&#39;re work..&#160; I&#39;m wearing one of my sweet Halo 3 T-shirts over a waffle shirt with little red owls on it ^ ^.&#160; I try to focus on the screen,&#160;but my head was&#160;suddenly spinning,&#160;((come on I&#160;need to know how to correctly dispose of high-level nuclear waste!)), but I can&#39;t concentrate.&#160;&#160;Feeling the abrupt pain in my stomach, I look up at the clock, it&#39;s only 12:00, ((ok...thats..good?)).&#160; I hold my now throbbing head in both hands, ((what is going on?))&#160; I had never been to the nurses office in school before, but I think now would be a good time to go.&#160; I got up from my seat ((whoa))&#160; I almost fall back down.&#160; &quot;Oh, are you feeling sick?&quot; my teacher who thinks that we were all going to be nuclear chemist&#39;s asked.&#160; &quot;Yea&quot; I managed to sound ok, I thought.&#160; Walking down the empty hall way, hall pass in hand, knowing I wouldn&#39;t need it, I wished that I had skipped today.&#160; ((I could be home playing Halo but NO)).&#160; Nikki skipped, she said because it was Valentines day.&#160; She didn&#39;t want to come to school on Valentines day, what a pansy, then again niether did I.&#160; I didn&#39;t want any...unwanted attention.&#160; I prefer to keep to myself mostly, well, all the time.&#160; ((Valentines day is so stupid))&#160; WHOOSH a wave of dizzyness snapped me back into now,..I was almost at the nurses office, my stomach was killing me now.&#160; As I entered I noticed that I really had never been in the nurses office before, it was like a secret little room that seemed to be conceling another behind it.&#160; &quot;What seems to be the problem, dear?&quot;&#160; For some reason I put my hands on top of my head to say &quot;I donno, I feel sick, like...&quot; The words came spilling so quickly out of my mouth.&#160; &quot;Like nauseous?&quot; she completed my some how concievable sentence.&#160; &quot;Yea&quot; I sighed.&#160; &quot;Would you like some Tum&#39;s to settle your stomach?&quot;&#160;she asked sweetly.&#160; &quot;Yes, please&quot; my hands droped to my sides.&#160; I chewed the chalky tablets one at a time, concentrating only on chewing, nothing else ran through my mind.&#160; I asked to lay down and as I got to the other room I realized how big it was.&#160; I proped my head up on the piece of plastic called a bed because mom always said to do that when feeling sick the way I was.&#160; I looked at the different colored posters on the wall I was facing, trying to distract my self out of the pain.&#160; &quot;Nurse Expectations&quot; was the biggest poster. &quot;1. Ask to lay down, do not go directly to the back room&quot;&#160; Ok, I did that right, sweet.&#160; &quot;2.Do not take Ice from the ice machine any more&quot;&#160; I glanced down at the ice box below the sign, alrighty then.&#160; Just then, a kid walks in and takes some ice, ((lawl)).&#160; ((OW OW OW..OW OW))&#160; the pain in my stomach was coming and going very quickly, like I was being stabed.&#160;&#160;((hey, i&#39;ve felt this before)) I thought, ((right after some really good mexican food)), but the intensity told me that this wasn&#39;t gas.&#160; &quot;3.Do not stay longer than 5 minutes&quot;&#160; I read to try and distract myself again.&#160; ((oh shi- what time is it?!))&#160; I looked at the clock but it didn&#39;t matter what it said, I was going back to class, now.&#160; ((Grow up, get back to class, it&#39;s nothing))&#160; I left without saying anything, I was feeling better already.&#160; That was untill I turned the corner into the main hall way..((just keep going, don&#39;t be a wuss))&#160; The words of my mother rang in my head, felt like some one drilling screws into my brain. Imagining that exact thing,I smirked ((man, i&#39;m sick &gt;D))&#160; My class room was upstairs, as I was getting twards the stairwell, the pain got so extreme I dashed to the bathroom so fast I didn&#39;t know how I made it so quickly.&#160; I got in, ((Shit!)) there were a bunch of girls in there.&#160; The only stall open was the handicap and I figured if someone in a wheel chair came in they could hold it, I quickly closed and loked the door.&#160; ((I&#39;ll just chill...I can wait untill they leave))&#160; I took my jacket off and hung it on the coat hanger, I was sweating a lot, almost gasping for air, I imagined my face green.&#160; I kept qiuet though, the last girl finished washing her hands, took 5 HOURS to friggin dry them.&#160; Everyone was out...I stammered over the toilet, I had to hold myself up by gripping onto the walls.&#160; ((Ew)) I did not want to throw up in school..or what ever I was holding back.&#160; Maybe an alien baby was going to burst out of my chest, that would be pretty cool.&#160; ((UGH))&#160;I began to tremble, my whole body, quivering from the pain that seemed to be consuming me.&#160; I pressed my lips together, man, I have never felt this...sick before. ((UGH))&#160; another wave of this strange pain and I was on my knees, some where in the bathroom...was I in a bathroom...((am I going to die?))....TO BE CONTINUED</p>   <p style="clear:both;"> 
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