-Khloe Anderson-
I puke my guts out for what seemed to be the fifth time this week. The toilet had become my best friend, and food- my worst enemy. I wondered what had upset my stomach so much that this kept on for days. I'd ruled out all the possibilities of it being food poisoning. I hadn't eaten anything strange in the past few days. I'd prepared all the meals that I could remember, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm not allergic to anything.
I'd analyzed at all the possibilities. Maybe it's a stomach bug. I'd heard that there's one going around, and maybe somehow, I'd caught it. Which was unbelievable; I didn't get sick. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been ill.
Flushing the toilet, and moving to brush my teeth, I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. There were bags under my
