GENESIS
“Are you okay, Genesis?” Miss Melissa’s voice reached me, and I immediately looked up at her. She looked worried, but I forced a quick nod—even though that was far from true.
My stomach was hurting badly. I could barely sit still, and it felt like I was about to throw up.
“You’re definitely not fine—you look pale,” she said, reaching out to place her hand on my forehead. She held it there for a few moments before pulling away.
“You’re not burning up, that’s a good sign. But can you tell me where it hurts? Because I know you’re in pain, and don’t lie to me.”
I shifted in my seat again. It was a deep, twisting pain in my lower stomach. I looked down at my book, but the letters were all jumbled, and a wave of dizziness washed over me.
I swallowed hard, but my throat felt dry and
