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Sick Day

Chase groaned a muffled groan. The only reason why it was so muffled was he really had no voice left. Last R.J. checked he had a fever of 101 point something, whatever that meant. How could his body be that warm? He was freezing and covered in blankets and generally miserable.

R.J. and company were doing best to take care of him, but because they were working on moving to a bigger house with Julie's family, so they were all in and out to pack this and move that and take things they didn't need to a Good Will sort of shop where they donated things and the store would sell them at discounted prices. So for the most part he was alone and confined to his bed, which was probably the worst part of this whole 'being sick' thing.

"Borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd," he rasped out for no one to hear. Goodness gracious he was bored. Even for being sick he had energy to spare, it was just his body refused to use it. Moving hurt, breathing hurt, even trying to sleep hurt. So what, was he supposed to just stop breathing and hope that the pain would go away?

He sucked in a lung full of air and tried to hold it in. It didn't last long at all, even NOT breathing hurt. Agh! Being sick sucked, that was for sure! He shifted underneath his sheets, sitting up to grab the cup on the side table that was supposed to be filled with ginger ale. Sadly, when he lifted it to his lips there was nothing in it. He knew his mom and sister were busy, so he slowly slinked his way out of the bed and moved to the kitchen where the ginger ale was. He opened the door and saw a rather shocking sight.

A penguin just relaxing in the fridge.

The odd black and white creature peered at Chase a moment, then took note of the cup he held in his hand. "You needin' more ginger ale mate?" it asked. Was that an Australian accent?

"Uuuhhh...yeah?" came Chase's reply. His throat seemed less scratchy then before, but he really didn't try to over think the whole thing. The penguin used it's beak to open the bottle of ginger ale and then gently wrapped both flippers around the thing and poured the liquid into Chase's glass before carefully recapping the bottle.

"There ya go mate," it said, and Chase nodded his head in thanks before closing the door. So freaking weird. He took a sip of his pop and realized it didn't taste like ginger ale at all. It tasted like...he took another sip to confirm what he thought. Yeah. Tasted like fizzy apple pie. Since when did ginger taste like apples? Since never! He opened the fridge door again to have a word with the penguin, but it wasn't there. In fact, nothing refrigerator like was in there. He could see grass and hills and trees filled with some sort of fruit. Intrigued, he walked through the door, making sure to close the door behind him of course. The door vanished as it closed, and Chase was about to panic when he saw a giraffe with a sombrero on walk by, and that caught his attention. The grass kept changing colors, the hills seemed to wiggle like they were made of Jello, and the fruit on the trees were cups of instant noodles.

Chase gasped, shooting up. Dangit. Another fever dream. Well, at least this one wasn't as weird as the one where he was marrying that crazy bright haired chick. UGH. That whole wedding was way off. Like he'd ever get married INSIDE an active volcano.

With a groan he reached over and took a sip of his pop, which was thankfully full. He wasn't in the mood to go into the kitchen anytime soon...

Child Journal 1

So, now I am bigger, which I thought would be awesome.

No, that sounds like it sucks being older and bigger, and it doesn't. I can reach things and write better and play guitar hero (which I am pretty awesome at thank you very much)

No, what sucks is that my bigger sister is...smaller than I am.

Poor chicky practically had an...ugh, what did mom call it? Err...anuerism! That's it! I know that's probably spelled wrong but it's a wonky word so no one would care, right?

Anyway, back to my sister freaking out that I grew before her. Right.

She's been having issues dealing with still being a toddler. Her best friend and now sister grew before her, and she was pretty upset about that, but she slowly got over it, but now that I grew...

She won't come out of the room she and Julie share. She hides under her blankets, doing who knows what. If she's crying, she must have learned to do that quiet because Julie says she can't hear anything when she goes in to check on her.

It is really weird to me too. Since when did I deserve to become the older brother?