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            <title>Near death experience (part 1)</title>
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            <author>nobody@vox.com(Jedahst)</author>
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #df8504&quot;&gt;A story I&amp;#39;ve decided to write, based on an actual event.&amp;#160; Enjoy~Let me know what you think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;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.&amp;#160; All of a sudden I&amp;#39;m sweaty, I&amp;#39;m hot and cold at the same time, &amp;quot;what?!&amp;quot; I wisper under my now heavy breath.&amp;#160; I looked down, I was wearing three shirts and a jacket, &amp;quot;is it hot in here or is it just me?&amp;quot;, I randomly blurt out as I&amp;#160;fidget to&amp;#160;take my jacket off.&amp;#160; A few people look at me from the corner of they&amp;#39;re eyes but quickly go back to they&amp;#39;re work..&amp;#160; I&amp;#39;m wearing one of my sweet Halo 3 T-shirts over a waffle shirt with little red owls on it ^ ^.&amp;#160; I try to focus on the screen,&amp;#160;but my head was&amp;#160;suddenly spinning,&amp;#160;((come on I&amp;#160;need to know how to correctly dispose of high-level nuclear waste!)), but I can&amp;#39;t concentrate.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Feeling the abrupt pain in my stomach, I look up at the clock, it&amp;#39;s only 12:00, ((ok...thats..good?)).&amp;#160; I hold my now throbbing head in both hands, ((what is going on?))&amp;#160; I had never been to the nurses office in school before, but I think now would be a good time to go.&amp;#160; I got up from my seat ((whoa))&amp;#160; I almost fall back down.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Oh, are you feeling sick?&amp;quot; my teacher who thinks that we were all going to be nuclear chemist&amp;#39;s asked.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Yea&amp;quot; I managed to sound ok, I thought.&amp;#160; Walking down the empty hall way, hall pass in hand, knowing I wouldn&amp;#39;t need it, I wished that I had skipped today.&amp;#160; ((I could be home playing Halo but NO)).&amp;#160; Nikki skipped, she said because it was Valentines day.&amp;#160; She didn&amp;#39;t want to come to school on Valentines day, what a pansy, then again niether did I.&amp;#160; I didn&amp;#39;t want any...unwanted attention.&amp;#160; I prefer to keep to myself mostly, well, all the time.&amp;#160; ((Valentines day is so stupid))&amp;#160; WHOOSH a wave of dizzyness snapped me back into now,..I was almost at the nurses office, my stomach was killing me now.&amp;#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.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;What seems to be the problem, dear?&amp;quot;&amp;#160; For some reason I put my hands on top of my head to say &amp;quot;I donno, I feel sick, like...&amp;quot; The words came spilling so quickly out of my mouth.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Like nauseous?&amp;quot; she completed my some how concievable sentence.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Yea&amp;quot; I sighed.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Would you like some Tum&amp;#39;s to settle your stomach?&amp;quot;&amp;#160;she asked sweetly.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Yes, please&amp;quot; my hands droped to my sides.&amp;#160; I chewed the chalky tablets one at a time, concentrating only on chewing, nothing else ran through my mind.&amp;#160; I asked to lay down and as I got to the other room I realized how big it was.&amp;#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.&amp;#160; I looked at the different colored posters on the wall I was facing, trying to distract my self out of the pain.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Nurse Expectations&amp;quot; was the biggest poster. &amp;quot;1. Ask to lay down, do not go directly to the back room&amp;quot;&amp;#160; Ok, I did that right, sweet.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;2.Do not take Ice from the ice machine any more&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I glanced down at the ice box below the sign, alrighty then.&amp;#160; Just then, a kid walks in and takes some ice, ((lawl)).&amp;#160; ((OW OW OW..OW OW))&amp;#160; the pain in my stomach was coming and going very quickly, like I was being stabed.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;((hey, i&amp;#39;ve felt this before)) I thought, ((right after some really good mexican food)), but the intensity told me that this wasn&amp;#39;t gas.&amp;#160; &amp;quot;3.Do not stay longer than 5 minutes&amp;quot;&amp;#160; I read to try and distract myself again.&amp;#160; ((oh shi- what time is it?!))&amp;#160; I looked at the clock but it didn&amp;#39;t matter what it said, I was going back to class, now.&amp;#160; ((Grow up, get back to class, it&amp;#39;s nothing))&amp;#160; I left without saying anything, I was feeling better already.&amp;#160; That was untill I turned the corner into the main hall way..((just keep going, don&amp;#39;t be a wuss))&amp;#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&amp;#39;m sick &amp;gt;D))&amp;#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&amp;#39;t know how I made it so quickly.&amp;#160; I got in, ((Shit!)) there were a bunch of girls in there.&amp;#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.&amp;#160; ((I&amp;#39;ll just chill...I can wait untill they leave))&amp;#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.&amp;#160; I kept qiuet though, the last girl finished washing her hands, took 5 HOURS to friggin dry them.&amp;#160; Everyone was out...I stammered over the toilet, I had to hold myself up by gripping onto the walls.&amp;#160; ((Ew)) I did not want to throw up in school..or what ever I was holding back.&amp;#160; Maybe an alien baby was going to burst out of my chest, that would be pretty cool.&amp;#160; ((UGH))&amp;#160;I began to tremble, my whole body, quivering from the pain that seemed to be consuming me.&amp;#160; I pressed my lips together, man, I have never felt this...sick before. ((UGH))&amp;#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&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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