Awakening
Part One
"Ellette! Ellette! Wake up!" I grimaced at the high pitched sound of a little girl�s voice.
I slowly opened my eyes to find myself on the pavement of my little next door neighbor�s driveway.
"Aimee? What are you doing here?" I mumbled grogily. My body felt so heavy. I didn�t want to move. I was so drained, I didn�t know what to do. My stomach was turning backflips, and I knew without even feeling that I had a fever,
"Silly! You�re at my house!" She squealed.
"Uugh." I groaned.
"What�s wrong? You don�t look too good. Your skin is really light except for on your cheeks. It�s really red there. You look like you�re blushing!" she giggled.
I put my hands on the ground and pushed. It took almost all of the strength I had left, just to get up.
"You�re serious, aren�t you?" Aimee got a little worried. "I�ll go get my mommy." With that, she disappeared in the front door of her house.
I had only taken a few steps toward home when I realized, in horror, that I had my backpack with me! I turned around and grabbed my bookbag, and started the two-minute death march home.
Finally! I yelled in my mind. After fifteen agonizing minutes, I finally made it home.
"Ellette? Is that you?! Are you all right?! Where have you been?!" I looked up to see my mom bounding down the steps to greet me. She was a bit taller than I was, with the same black hair, but dark blue eyes.
She locked me in a tight hug before I could do anything. I could tell that she felt my fever when she pressed her cheek against mine. She jerked back, her hands still on my shoulders, her blue eyes wide. She slapped a hand onto my forehead, and immediately jerked it back.
"Ellette! You�re burning up! I suggest that you get to bed!"
No objections there. I thought. I slowly climbed up the stairs and into my room. The minute I had shut the door behind me, I kicked off my shoes, pulled down my hair, slipped off my glasses, and plopped down on the bed.
"Ellette. Ellette. It�s time to get up." My mom�s voice was the first thing I heard as she gently shook me awake. "How do you feel?"
"I have a terrible headache, but, otherwise, fine. I still feel a bit weak though." I replied happily.
"Do you feel as if you could go to school today?" her eyebrows raised.
"I think I could probably survive." I said, playfully dramatic.
"Alright." She said hesitantly. "But, if you feel the least bit like you can�t make it through the day, call me and I�ll come pick you up."
"Thanks, mom." I smiled gratefully.
Jeanna, Jeanna!
Kin?
Get up! You need to get home!
"Huh?" I sat up, but then sank back to the ground as the world swirled before me. There were no shapes, no sizes anywhere-just swirls, turns.
I closed my eyes and waited for the nauseating feeling to pass. As soon as I could sit up straight, I did my best to stand up.
My limbs shook and protested with lack of strength, and my face burned with fever. I eventually stood up, but almost collapsed again when I stooped to pick up my backpack.
I lugged my backpack onto my shoulders and walked from my yard, into my house.
"Mom?" I called weakly. No answer. "Must not be home yet." No matter. Besides. If she saw me in this condition, she would be all over me.
I dragged myself to my rooom and plopped down on the bed. Sleep set in immediately.
RRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!
I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head- shielding my eyes from the sunlight pouring in the window.
"Jeanna! Get up!" Mom yelled harshly. "I�ve called you ten times! UP!!"
The blankets were torn from me and the cold air sent shivers up my spine.
I slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbed painfully and I moaned.
"Are you alright? You don�t look very good." My mom�s voice was saturated with worry.
"Yeah, I�m fine." I lied. I didn�t want to, but I certainly couldn�t tell her what had happened.
"Alright. Come on. You need to leave soon." Her voice was softer than before.
"OK." I answered, dragging myself out of bed and over to my dresser.