Rosa didn't need to pour the whole bottle down her throat. Monica wanted to say, but the pain had eased exponetially. Thank you so much. She wanted to say, but her throat seared. Her hands flew to her throat in horror. No!
Rosa didn't notice. She was talking to a boy next to her that made Monica's nose burn and she inwardly recoiled from the sight of him. Who was he? What was he doing here? She didn't like him at all.
Monica crawled out of the tarp to confront him, but looked up in bewilderment, her anger gone. The sun had disappeared! Was it nighttime already? Her head tossed from left to right, as if looking for the culprit.
She saw the elixir bottle roll where Rosa dropped it. she scrabbled for it and held it up. It was empty. She rattled it as if it had some kind of invisible drops she didn't know about. Monica curled her small fingers around it. Maybe drinking the whole bottle would make her immune forever? She never tried it, but she severly doubted it.
Suddenly hands were on her and a scarf was woven around her head and her small arms slid into a jacket. She stumbled and raked out at the intruder, but she heard Lidia's voice say, "Calm down, Mon. It's just us." Monica held still as they finished. Even through the scarf she could see the the sunlight that sprung through the tiny fibers.
"Okay, let's go noooow!" Monica heard Rosa whine. She agreed silently. But how was she going to tell the others she's lost her voice possibly forever?
Monica Romela, the Spaz
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