Last week on Friday, something big happened. Something... nerve-racking? Ed, my twin, as he would say it "African americaned out" a.k.a blacked out in school. It was during DRAMA (how ironic) and I was just mindin' my own business, getting ready to go to lunch. My friend, Evie, suddenly sprinted up to me with a worried look on her face. (I was very confused).
"Your brother..... Fainted...Gurney....Stretcher.....Diali's room. " And sure enough, there was a baby blue gurney in the doorway. Oh sh!t. I walked up to Diali (teacher) in a daze, and she directed me to Eddy, sitting upright on the couch, with 2 paramedics frantically inspecting him. I gasped. I stood there for a while, Diali repeating the whole story, (Kid pulled out chair, Ed falls, stands up to fast, blacks out, hits head, shoulder, and bites tongue). They finally strapped him into a neck brace, stretcher, gurney and "wheeled" him away. I had lunch with the teachers (to avoid questioning) and was offered to skip class...
I was frazzled until science, where I calmly advertised our "Design a forest" Savannah. After science, Diali took my brother, Robert, out for Pizza, and drove us home. Did I mention our parents were on a trip in NYC, for their anniversary?
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