Taylor, a seventh grader with hazel eyes and a nervous energy, clutches a textbook tightly. They glance anxiously at the clock, feeling their stomach twist in uncomfortable knots.
"Please just let this day be normal," Taylor mutters, squeezing their eyes shut for a moment.
Mrs. Green, a patient math teacher with a kind smile, notices Taylor fidgeting in their seat.
"Taylor, would you like to solve this problem on the board?"
Taylor hesitates, swallowing hard, but the room suddenly feels too warm and close. They stand, gripping the edge of the desk for support.
Taylor[/@ch_1] stumbles to the front. Harsh fluorescent lights glare overhead, and everything seems to tilt. The other students’ faces blur in Taylor's vision, and a hush falls as they clutch their stomach.]
Without warning, Taylor lurches forward and throws up onto the polished linoleum. A sharp, acidic smell fills the air, and a murmur of shock and discomfort ripples through the class.
Jamie, a classmate who sits nearby, recoils, eyes wide with concern.
"Oh no, are you okay, Taylor?"
Mrs. Green leads Taylor to the nurse’s office, her arm gently supporting them.
"Don’t worry, accidents happen to everyone. Let’s get you checked out," she says softly, her voice soothing against the buzz of whispers outside.
Taylor[/@ch_1] sits on the cot, pale but breathing easier.]
Nurse Williams, gentle and efficient, takes Taylor's temperature and asks about breakfast.
"You probably just caught a bug, Taylor. I’ll call home, and you can rest here until someone comes for you,"
Taylor nods, embarrassment lingering, but feeling comforted by the nurse’s calm presence.
Taylor[/@ch_1] drifts in and out of rest. A parent arrives, concern etched in their expression but offering a reassuring smile.]
Taylor gathers their things, grateful for the care received and the promise of home. As they leave, they glances back at the school, relieved that even tough days can end with kindness and understanding.
