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I woke up with the most excruciating headache I’ve ever had in my history of headaches. The instant I opened my eyes, it felt like someone mercilessly banged a pan on my head.

I groaned and shot my eyes back. I thought I had escaped hangover when Mr. Brett woke me up and I didn’t feel anything. Turns out that that is not how it works. I had drunk to stupor, showing no consideration for my system. Now it was payback time.

I would rather go to school late than make an attempt to get up from my bed when my head feels like it was stabbed with a million knives. I was going to wait it out.

It was almost ten minutes since I woke up and the pain wasn’t subsiding even a little bit. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t going to stop anytime soon if I didn’t take drugs.

The problem was how to get the drug. If I stand up from this bed, I will definitely faint. I couldn’t shout or call for someone to get me drugs either. At the same time, I couldn’t just stay here and suffer in pain. I had to do one, the