Chapter 17

I thought my questions would be answered and my mind would be cleared, but it seems like it got worse because of his answers. He used riddles to answer my questions and it just made things more complicated. I hate riddles because they make things harder for students or people in general. Now, I'm just stuck trying to figure out the answers to his riddles.

I sighed deeply as I thought about my problems. It's stressing me out, even though it's early in the morning. I stood up from my bed, but quickly sat back down when I felt dizzy.

I felt something in my stomach, like it was being dug up. The next thing I knew, I was vomiting on the floor. Unlike others who vomit what they ate, all that came out was saliva. There's no sink or restroom in my room, so I had to vomit on the floor. I'm too dizzy to go downstairs to the restroom.

I'm wondering what's happening to me. Did I get cursed or do I have a brain tumor? I don't want to die yet.

When I felt a little better and stopped vomiting, I sto