Middle Schooler’s Scoop
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
ovalgrape040
Debbie eyed the insurance agents in her hand, before deciding to pick out a single one for this occasion.
“This way you get special, one-on-one treatment…”
She plucked a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. “Such a pretty young thing, it’s a shame what I’m going to do with you. But I won’t feel bad at all.”
The woman, named Becky, tried to protest. “H-help! Please, please you don’t have to do this, I have a husband, a son, a-“
“Shut up,” Debbie said, walking over to the soup, and throwing the woman in.
“Lunch time, Naomi!” Debbie stormed into the hospital room, to be greeted by a solemn teenage girl.
Naomi Suzuki, a Japanese transfer student that went to the same school as Nicole before she caught pneumonia. A fourteen-year-old girl with medium length dark hair.
Debbie walked up to her, “Hey Nao, I’ve got something for you.”
“Nurse… Hi,” Naomi groaned, letting out a large cough.
“Such a sweet, adorable soul, she doesn’t deserve this… but I know someone who does.” Debbie thought to herself, as she looked inside the soup.
“Eat up, sweet pea — this’ll make you feel better” Debbie got a scoop with the spoon, lifting it to Naomi’s lips.
“Nurse, it hurts… when can I leave and go back to school?” Naomi complained.
“Shh, soon, soon. But first, say ‘ahh’ for me. I swear this’ll make you feel better, so, so much better.”
Naomi sighed, moving her jaw back and forth, the wet sounds hardly audible to Debbie, but she knew someone they were very audible to.
“Ahh…” Naomi let out a heavy breath, trying not to cough again.
“Good girl… you are doing so good for me,” Debbie looked to the spoon, then back to the adolescent girl’s wet mouth.
“This way you get special, one-on-one treatment…”
She plucked a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. “Such a pretty young thing, it’s a shame what I’m going to do with you. But I won’t feel bad at all.”
The woman, named Becky, tried to protest. “H-help! Please, please you don’t have to do this, I have a husband, a son, a-“
“Shut up,” Debbie said, walking over to the soup, and throwing the woman in.
“Lunch time, Naomi!” Debbie stormed into the hospital room, to be greeted by a solemn teenage girl.
Naomi Suzuki, a Japanese transfer student that went to the same school as Nicole before she caught pneumonia. A fourteen-year-old girl with medium length dark hair.
Debbie walked up to her, “Hey Nao, I’ve got something for you.”
“Nurse… Hi,” Naomi groaned, letting out a large cough.
“Such a sweet, adorable soul, she doesn’t deserve this… but I know someone who does.” Debbie thought to herself, as she looked inside the soup.
“Eat up, sweet pea — this’ll make you feel better” Debbie got a scoop with the spoon, lifting it to Naomi’s lips.
“Nurse, it hurts… when can I leave and go back to school?” Naomi complained.
“Shh, soon, soon. But first, say ‘ahh’ for me. I swear this’ll make you feel better, so, so much better.”
Naomi sighed, moving her jaw back and forth, the wet sounds hardly audible to Debbie, but she knew someone they were very audible to.
“Ahh…” Naomi let out a heavy breath, trying not to cough again.
“Good girl… you are doing so good for me,” Debbie looked to the spoon, then back to the adolescent girl’s wet mouth.
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