It felt like a cold breeze was hitting her every second of the day, straight to her chest that day. Even with a class full of teenagers and almost adults, the room barely felt like a proper classroom to Amy. Her body was weakening.
At the end of their last class, Amy felt the sudden, putrid urge hit the back of her throat. She lunged out of her seat before the bell had rung. Her gagging sounds were covered up by the loud, sonorous sounds of the metal bell attached to almost every pillar in the hallway. She barely made it to the restroom before emptying everything from her stomach into the sink.
The janitor, who had just finished cleaning up, sighed heavily. "Not again, girls. Come on!" The janitor lady somehow hated winter, the whole season. Everyone got a little too cozy, every opposi
