"Maybe I'm getting sick..." Pokey thought "Yeah, that must be it..." He turned the faucet of the sink he was facing on to cold, and washed his face. When he was finished, he turned it off, then walked out to the hallway. He looked at a clock, "12:18... Lunch is almost over..." he said to himself. Pokey walked to class, and by the time he got there he was feeling nauseous. He sat down at his desk, once again holding his head. His teacher was sitting at her desk, grading papers, when she noticed Pokey sitting there.
"Are you alright, Pokey?" she asked.
"I'm just... Feeling sick." he replied.
"Well, would you like me to call your parents to pick you up?"
Pokey nodded, his eyes shut tight, still holding his head with his left hand, "Yeah..."
His mother was called, and she came to pick him up. She and Pokey's teacher talked about Onett's state while Pokey grabbed all of his things to go home.
"Did you get everything? I don't want to have to come back here, you know..." Lardna said.
"... Yes." he responded.
They walked out of the classroom, down the hallway, and to the car. Once they got in, Lardna told Pokey that his father will be very upset with him. She told him that since his grades were slipping he couldn't afford to miss that much school. They got home, and Lardna parked the car behind the house. Pokey got out, and started walking toward the front door. Lardna followed him closely by, carrying a bag of groceries. When they got inside, Pokey started to head upstairs to get some rest, but was stopped by his mother,
"Sweetie, you look so pale, are you OK?"
Pokey stared at her, "No, mom, I feel like I'm going to pass out."
Lardna looked at Pokey, "Do you want something to eat?" she said, seeming rather apathetic.
Pokey nodded, then went up to his room to sleep.