Mom I Threw Up Meme Novels & Stories

She would, once in a while, take a look at him and the expression he had on his face was so glorious to see, the expression of the pain of having to solve the most annoying subject in the universe. Evelyn sipped her coke and then received mail on her laptop. She clicked on it quickly after seeing the sender; THEO GROUP OF INDUSTRIES. With anxiousness, she read the message and almost screamed for joy…well, she later did because she couldn't contain the joy within her. She was called for an interview. Her joyous scream startled Tom, his heart felt like it dropped into a well when he heard that. "Mom, what is wrong?" He asked.

“The truth behind the death if my mum.” “What?!” I nod and glance around for the takeout. She stands and heads over to the kitchen to bring them over and once she opens the bag, a wave of nausea hits me from the strange unpleasant smell of the food I ordered. “Huerghh!...” I gag Vomit made its way to my throat causing me to rush to the bathroom and throw up. Hailey holds my hair in place as she watches me throw up and helps me to clean up. My nose scrunches in disgust. “Is the food bad, I was craving this just a while ago.”

Immediately her head touched the pillow, something rolled in her stomach and ran up her throat. She jumped off the bed and ran into the toilet to throw up. She came back into the room and met her mom already inside her room with a plate of mac and cheese neatly placed on a tray. Immediately she saw the food, she ran back into the toilet and threw up some more. Angeline stared at her daughter, wondering what was wrong with her. "Mom! Get that thing out! I don't wanna see it anymore! Never!" Jocelyn cried from the toilet. "O.... okay..okay...are you okay?"

Then the laughter ripped through the air, taunting my ears. “Ignore them.” I said to myself. Easier said than done, Valeria. I forced my attention to my phone, scrolling mindlessly, pretending none of this mattered. I shouldn’t have looked. Because the second I did, the screen slapped me with something that made my stomach drop. A meme. Not just any meme, me, Zane, and Landon photoshopped into a disgusting threesome, covered in crude stickers and comments. My heart throbbed with pain, my fingers visibly shaking.

We can't play favorites. Dad and Grandma stared at her in confusion. Mom looked at Grandma with equal confusion, asking, "Mom, why are you here? Did you miss Ivy? Don't worry, I've been taking such good care of her. I kept all my promises to you." From above, I suddenly understood—Mom had lost her mind. But she still remembered what I'd said. I had told her I wanted mac and cheese, but she never made it for me, not once. Owen loved scrambled eggs with cheese, and that dish showed up on our table almost every day.

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I felt like throwing up . I sprang out of bed and ran to the bathroom. “Gianna baby what's it , are you okay? “ I heard Emilio's worried voice behind me, I buried my face in the toilet and threw up, emptying my whole stomach. Emilio stood behind me holding my hair while throwing up. I stopped throwing up after a while and I rested my head on the toilet seat feeling exhausted. The vomiting wore me out. Then I rested my head on the toilet seat, Emilio helped me up on my feet then. He helped me wash my mouth and face with cold water.

Thalia commented as she began to chop some garlic. The smell made me wrinkle my nose and I had to cover it. Quickly, I set the cake down on the table and grunted. "Honey, what is it? Is something wrong?" Mom asked, immediately offering me a hand. "I'm fine, it's just that..." I moaned and felt my stomach churn. Slowly, the little piece of pancake I ate that morning started to rise in my throat. It felt like it was on fire. Without wasting any time, I rushed to the sink and threw up.

The girl's face is nowhere in sight, but I know it's that slut that apparently Theo and Liam are both fucking. I throw my phone onto the table when I can't fight it anymore and I try to run, but I know I won't be able to make it to the bathroom so I just walk over to the sink and throw up in there, everything I just ate. "Oh, no," Margo says, coming to my side quickly to hold me and stroke my back as I throw up and try to keep my tears away at the same time, but it's impossible. My body is malfunctioning and my chest burns like it's on fire. Everything feels wrong, "Oh, Izzy, let it out. Shh, you're okay."

I was hugging the toilet bowl as if it was the only friend I have in this trying times. I spent almost half an hour on the bathroom floor thinking I’m dying up until the moment my mom knocked on the door. I instantly felt good when I heard her screaming out my name. There seemed to be some sort of a healing power coming from her voice that made me stand up from hugging the toilet seat. “Jordi, Are you okay in there, sweetie?” “Yes, mom. I’m just throwing up, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” I yelled back.