On the ride home, Brianna looked out the window with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as she turned her head.
“My stomach hurts,” she said.
“You think it was as sushi?”
“I don’t think so.” As soon as the words left her mouth we went over a huge bump.
“I think I’m gonna be sick!” she yelped. The driver pulled over and Brianna stumbled out the of car. I got it. Bad fish. She had the sushi. I had to thank myself for saving myself again. My phone started to ring and I flipped it open. It was a text.
Do you understand now?
Yeah, thanks.