I had a little headache. It got worse every minute. I went into my bed to rest and I read a book. Then I felt this tickly feeling in my throat. I was going to spew. There was a little spew in my bed but all the rest was on the floor.
I don’t know how the others knew I had spewed. They must have heard this splattery sound.
Mum came skidding around the corner to see if I was okay. Spew was all over my clothes. Dad put all of my clothes in the washing.
“In the shower you go,” dad said.
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