Starting around 5PM, my stomach kind of hurt. It continued until it really really ached that I cried already. It really hurts. At around 6:30, I puked. Moments later, I puked again. My mother made me eat and drink medicine, but then I just puked it. I puked and puked and puked until there really isn’t something to puke. But still, I’m puking. I hate the feeling but there are times I’m smiling. It’s just that I already knew how Ron (from Harry Potter) felt when he continuously puked slime or whatever that is. It’s just funny.