Taking A Final Stand

Chantal LeBlanc, a 14 year-old from Toulouse, France, has been bullied all of her life. She's finally had enough. She's changed schools, MJCs (a program for French students who are interested in extracurricular), and towns, just to get away, but it's no use. She's decided to move to London, England, where her pen pal, Niall Horan, lives. Niall's heard about her amazing musical talents, but now, he gets to see it for himself, as she has to audition, in order to enroll in a performing arts school; the exact same performing arts school that Niall attends. Will she rise above and beyond the obstacles that lay ahead? Or will she fall so hard, she can't see the light , at the end of the tunnel?


10. Sick

"Chantal, wake up!" Niall replies, sweetly. It's February 13th, the day before my birthday. I sit up, slowly. 

"Good morning, Niall."

"Good morning, my angel." I can tell he's excited about something. I can't seem to remember what, though. We sit next to each other, and, out of nowhere, I start feeling queasy. I dart to the bathroom, and puke. Tears fill my eyes, as Niall comes into the bathroom. 

"Chantal, you're incredibly pale." He replies. "Are you feeling okay?" I shake my head. 

"Niall, I got sick." I answer, crying. He picks me up, carrying me into the room. He lays me down on the bed, and kisses my forehead.

"Chantal, you're burning up." I nod, and close my eyes. "I'm going to get a thermometer." He runs downstairs, and grabs a thermometer. As he darts upstairs, I can hear Liam and Zayn joining him. He runs into the room, and takes my temperature. 102.

"Chantal, you have a fever." He replies. I start going into a coughing fit.

"Are you okay?" Liam asks.

"She's sick." Niall answers. "She has a fever, she threw up, and she's not feeling well, at all." I close my eyes, and try to sleep. Pain surges through me, as I sit up.

"Chantal, it's okay." Niall explains. "Lay down." I shake my head.

"I can't." I reply.

"Why?" I dart to the bathroom, and puke, again. This time, Liam and Zayn come in. 

"Chantal, are you feeling okay?" Zayn asks.

"I'm... sick." I reply. Liam helps me stand, and helps me to my room. Halfway there, I fall to the ground. Everything goes pitch black.

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