Matilda woke up feeling anxious. /First day of middle.../ she thought. Her stomach folded over at the thought. Matilda threw off her blankets off of herself. She glared at the ceiling, then clambered out of bed, feeling sick. "Mama, I've got bI:dworms!" She called out of the door. "Get out here!" Her father shot back sharply. Matilda sighed. Great. If only she had bloodworms... Matilda slumped out of her room, dragging her tail behind her on the clean linoleum floor. She grabbed a chair and sat down at the table. There was a bowl of grits in front of her. She cleared her throat, fearing to do anything else in fear of vomiting. "Hey, Matty. Sleep good?" Her dad asked. Matilda shrugged. "Kinda. I had a nightmare." She paused hopefully, waiting for her father to say something, but he kept his eyes on his mush. Matilda felt sour. She knew that her father wasn't great at starting conversations with her. They had a pretty awkward relationship when it came to that stuff. But she knew if they really tried, they could have fun and laugh together. "Where's Mama?" Matilda felt embarrassed that she still called her mother "Mama", but she couldn't just stop calling her that. It was too late. "Sleeping. Doesn't feel good." Her dad answered. His brow creased. "She keeps throwing up. I took off work for a few days so I could help with you and Diere." Matilda nodded. "Hey- uh... that girl you always hang out with... Selene or something- well, anyways, she's out on the porch. Hurry and eat your breakfast and go to school." Her father said. Matilda did as she was told, and soon was headed out the door.
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