The Sixth Day of Christmas

The sixth day of Christmas was a Monday. It was the first day of school for that week, and my brother was arriving. I woke up at five forty in the morning so that I could get ready, and have a calm breakfast before leaving for the airport to pick him up. I guess I was too calm, because I found myself eating my breakfast while walking out the door. By the time we got to the airport his plane had already landed. We just didn't know, because apparently it took off before we even got there. So we were just sitting inside the car waiting for someone to announce that the plane has arrived. Ten minutes later, we see our brother walking towards the car. Of course, we were all pretty shocked. After that, we headed home and had a quick breakfast, and I was in school by seven thirty.

While I was in the farm, cultivating the plots, I started sneezing. I thought it was just my allergies, but it started to get worse. I felt like I had a sore throat, and I felt pretty weak. By the time our Math class started, I started to think I was sick. Karen told me I should go home and rest a bit. I told her I would after We finished all our classes, and I found out what work we had to do. I also decided to line up and get my lunch before leaving, since I already paid for it the week before, and there probably wasn't any food at home since no one was eating there. While waiting for the car to arrive, I was still making a few jokes and laughing. And probably bowing people too. I knew I was sick, but I still wanted to have a regular day at school. Even though it was just half a day.