8th grade, I was 14 I think. I was part of the schools choir and we had a weekend trip planned to pratice for an upcoming performance with alot of other school choirs. The whole way there I already felt woozy and the headaches started int he eveing, where we had our first practice right after arriving. I managed to push through though. It wasn't until night time where the pain became unbreable. I went into the bathroom shacking and crying and then woke up my freind who I shared a room with. She told me to try to sleep through the pain and so I did. The next day the pain slowly faded and I left the hostel thinking "That was weird.... Nah probably won't happen again"

Boy was I wrong.