Chapter 1 - Sami
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“Samuel Brown, you’re late again? Is everything alright?” Mrs. Stephensen said as I walked into the homeroom who knows how long after the bell rang.
“Yeah, just another one of those days” I said, and slumped in my chair. Before I was epileptic, I always made it to class on time.
I was too tired and confused to really do anything, so I just put my head on my desk and hoped time would pass as quickly as it did in the hallway, but it didn’t.
“Sami,” someone whispered, “Sami are you alright?”
It was my friend, Daniel. “Yes, I’m fine” I said, and he left me alone.
The bell finally rang and it was time for my next class. I was mostly back to normal, and was strolling down the hallway when the headache hit. It was pounding maliciously, nearly unbearable. I lost control of my body, I couldn’t move. I was falling, facefirst to the ground, and then everything went completely black.
I opened my eyes to see myself in the nurses office, which I had surprisingly never been. My head hurt like hell, and there were aches and pains all over my body.
“Samuel, your mother is on her way.” the nurse said.
Her words meant nothing to me, I couldn’t process anything that was going on. I was just laying there, on those uncomfortable school-nurse beds, waiting for something to change, or for me to come to my senses. Finally, the door opened.
“Oh Samuel” my mother said, “oh dear”
Yes, that’s my name, Samuel. Samuel, kind of funny name isn’t it. Samuel. Samuel. Samuel. Including variations like Sam, Sammy, Sami, among others.
“Samuel let’s get you home.” she said, and by that time, I was standing up on my own, and fully confident in my ability to walk to the car by myself, but my mother still felt the need to stand very close by my side.
“Do you remember anything that happened?” Mom said, as we were getting into the car.
“Nope” and she turned the key to start the car. We were pulling out of the school parking lot, which was still pretty heavily populated, so the episode must not have lasted dangerously long. I was too exhausted to continue speaking to my mother on the ride, and it had been long enough that she understood that. She pulled into our drive, a small, one-story home a mile or so away from my school. She helped me carry my stuff inside, and I went directly into my room to sleep.
By the time I woke up, it was nearly time for school to let out. How long had I been out? Four, five hours? I went down to the kitchen and got some chips and a can of coke, and came back to my room to flip through the TV. There was a Red Sox game on, so I decided to watch. By the third inning, I started to drift back off.
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