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Nicky Graves just threw up in
It’s h he tried to ht-year-old bravado and pretend he wasn’t I know that when I was his age, if my forehead felt re for et me Any excuse to miss school
But Nicky loves school (and since I’rade teacher, I should be honored by this), so he pretended he was fine until he wasn’t
I saw it happen in slowto the class fro about the pig’s love for butter, when Nicky’s face went a wicked shade of green His hand shot up to histo the trash can beside reat had I not left my purse beside the trash and had Nicky possessed a LeBron James style of pinpoint accuracy
“I’ beside what used to be a nice leather bag I picked up in Mexico years ago when I was on vacation withthat in the end it’s just a pile of vomit, which is exactly what our relationship turned out to be Metaphors 101
“It’s okay, Nicky,” I tell hih I can feel the class descending into panic as cries of “E!” and “Nicky puked! Sicky Nicky!” and “I’onna barf!” fill the room
I practically throw the book down and run over to hiether myself This is not my favorite part of the job, and I’ets easily grossed out I grab an entire box of tissues and soet Nicky cleaned up, call the nurse’s office and his et him, and calm down the class
It isn’t until the bell rings that I have time to deal with the purse of puke
I’ if I should call it a wash and just throw it all ahen there’s a knock at the door It’s the first-grade teacher, Cynthia Bautista, poking her head in, syust
“You okay? I heard you had a sickie today”