Well... maby not straight out of it. But I still went there. I go to the beach with my dad and I'm not feeling to good. So when the party is over I say, "Dad...I don't think I can go back to Chino with you and Wendy..." And so I ask him to take me home. But first he passes my house and takes Wendy back to Chino. I Don't know whay. On the way back to finally drop me off I have to fight the urge to puke all the way there. When We get back home my grandma stops me at the door and says, "I thought you were going back to Chino!" And I say, "I don't feel good..." then she won't let me through. "Why?" she asks as she crosses her arms real snobby like. And I gently push her aside and walk to the back bathroom and puke three times. My stomach started to hurt insanely bad as I went to bed. I get up ten more times to puke, and by then I'm now moaning and holding my stomach. A partiular spot n my stomach is hurting. My mom comes home and finds out I'm in bed. I tell her everything that happened and she inspected the sopt with care. Se tells me she is taking me to the emergency room. I hobble out to the itchen and lay my head bown on the marble table and ask Abbott for a glass of water. I couldn't keep my liquid in so I puked in the sink. My mom rushes me to the emergency room after I blacked-out at the table. In the emergency room we are waiting for an hour for someone to come. Im exctremely dehidrated and wrything around in pain. I feel alot better now. I'm just light headed and have a bad headache. My stomach hurts a bit though. It turns out I have food poisoning... I can't eat solid food for about two days. I'll reply to my mail and probably get off to go rest. It sucks...
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