THE DAY NICK AND I GOT VACCINATED Chanda Rice
It was 2 days after Ms. Chunky’s funeral, and I was more scared than ever. I had told Victor that they would have to drag me in there screaming, “Try’na stick shit in my arm, I Don’t know What THAT is! I remembered how Angie, her daughter, told me how she died. She had died for four minutes before with the birth of child but this time, it was for real. I just kept shaking my head. “Not Chunk!” Angie said that she had a hard time breathing. I thought of this as the phone rang. It was Nick, my classmate! We chopped it up as we usually do, then he asked me, “What are you doing tomorrow? Allison and I are going down to the Convention Center tomorrow to get our shots, wanna go?” How could I say no? So I said, “OK!” ?!#*@! I pondered and PRAYED over this all night long. By morning, I was ready grudgingly so I caught the bus downtown. By the time I got down there, I was directed to, “Walk ALL the WAY AROUND the block,” instead of them letting me walk straight down the street?! (~#@%*^)! BUT I HAD BROUGHT MY CHAIR! I called Nick to ask what time were they coming, he said, “Oh, we’re just getting up and I have class and won’t be down there until about one!” I said, Ha! to myself, and let him know that I was already in line! Ha!
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