Originally Posted by lemondrop13

Macadrian re-entered the room, her coloring much improved. As she resumed her seat at her desk, Macadrian was faced with severe abdominal discomfort. Narrowing her eyes ever so slightly, Macadrian's body stiffened in pain. She clenched her teeth to avoid letting out a whimper until the pain passed.

Once it had, Macadrian addressed the class, "I apologize for the interruption. Let's resume where we left off. By now, you should have all calculated your Personal Month numbers and read what this month entails for you. To ensure that you've all done it correctly, I am going to do my own calculation as an example. For the calendar year 2066, which is my Personal Year Number 2, my Personal Month Numbers are: January 3, February 4, March 5, April 6, May 7, June 8, July 9, August 1, September 2, October 3, November 4, December 5."

It took all of Shackleton's strength to not scream in agony. Her stomach was heaving violently. As her eyes welled up with tears from the pain, Macadrian choked out, "Class dismissed" as she gripped the edge of the desk to brace herself from the blinding lights hovering around the outsides of her vision.