A Broken Promise by Brenner Meg

Author:Brenner, Meg [Brenner, Meg]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Margaret Brenner
Published: 2012-06-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

By the time Monday came, I was sick to my stomach. I lay in bed Monday morning, my stomach feeling like it was on fire. I rolled myself into a ball, trying my best not to throw up last night’s dinner. Thinking back to what I had eaten that weekend didn’t really help. I only pigged out on Friday when Lacey came over. But we’ve had a million sleepovers since we became friends in middle school…there was no way that I could be getting sick now.

Dad didn’t really like the idea of me staying home from school; especially because I was so close to graduation. But with lots of whining, he finally let me stay. Not just that, but I wanted to make sure I was absolutely perfect at Prom. That night would be like a dream come true. Brad and I had been nominated from Prom King and Queen. I wanted to make sure that I felt my best that night…being sick just wouldn’t do!

I lounged around the house, feeling a bit better by the time lunch came rolling along. While making myself a ham sandwich, there was a knock at the door. Curiously, I opened it. There stood the freshman girl with the big eyes. Her hair was pulled back in two braids this time, and she was staring up at me with a weak smile.

“Um…hi?” I said while popping a potato chip into my mouth. How did this little twerp know where I lived? Oh, wait, I was Jenna Horowitz. Of course she knew where I lived.

“Hi…” she stuttered out in her high voice. “I…I just wanted to give you this…”

“Give it to Lacey,” I said quickly, almost shutting the door in her face. She caught the door with her hand, prying it back open.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not for yearbook. These are your notes for Spanish class,” she answered. I took the paper from her hands, skimming it quickly. I hadn’t even noticed her in my class. I’d been in the same class with her for four months and she never even crossed my radar.

“Oh, thanks,” I smiled half-heartily. She stood there awkwardly as though she wanted me to invite her inside. “Do you need something else?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so,” she responded. “Is it true that you’re going to Yale?”

I peered down at her, not quite sure why she was so giddy around me. I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorway. “That’s the plan at least. Where are you going?”

“Well, I really want to go to Yale too…or something big.” The way that she talked to me made me feel like a celebrity. It was as though she would next ask me for my autograph. Luckily, soon she left and I could go back and enjoy my sandwich.

By the time the next morning came along, I could hardly get out of bed. I held my stomach, feeling myself starting to get queasy. I’d been feeling like this for a week now.

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