Jessica POV :||

I love food, don't get me wrong. But, something about tonight was, well, off.

I arrived at the table last. "Sorry." I whispered, sitting down. I just kind of stared at my plate, and sipped my water from time to time.

We are served pork chops, salad, vegetables, and other food. I just stared at my food, as my stomach collapsed on itself. "Aren't you going to eat?" Paul ask me.

I look at him, and grab my stomach. "I don't feel to well tonight. I think I'll pass on dinner." I say quietly. My head and stomach hurt, I won't lie.

So, there I sat, staring at the food trying not to barf. "I feel so sick." I whisper, grabbing my head.

"Maybe you'll feel better if you eat." Marcia says. I shake my head. "Excuse me." I say, running to the bathroom.

Written By Chandler.