Michaels P.O.V
I tapped my foot over and over.
I didnt want to speak, not ever.
They were going to make me speak and I jus-
" Michael, its your turn" Dr. Williams spoke.
I stood up hands shaking legs trembling.
" Hi, Im Michael im 19 years old and i have leukemia"
All eyes were on me, oh god I knew i shouldnt have spoken.
" Um, it started when i was 10, and from then on ive always had it"
I sat down, looking at the clock and all the eyes on me.
" Great job Michael, well that ends our therapy session today, goodbye all"
I got up as quick as i could and walked out, i dont like attention.
My mum said she would be there in 10 minutes. Shit.
I stood, leaning on the bricks of the building.
Soon, a tall brown headed boy stood next to me. Why cant people just leave me alone.
" Hiya" Oh god, just ignore him.
" Hi'
" Whats your name"?
" Michael"
" Im calum, nice to meet you"
His smile was like honey, sleek and silky.
" Are you picking someone up too"?
" No, im waiting to be picked up"
" Ah, so you attend these things"?
" I have to, not my choice"
" Well, i mean you do, you just choose to come"
' Well maybe it helps"
I was done with this guy no matter how cute he was, or how much i wanted to pounce on him like a tiger.
My mum pulled up and i jumped in the car with no hesitation.
" Whos, your friend"?
" Hes not my friend, hes just someone elses friend"
" But i can tell you wish he was your friend"
" Maybe, just maybe"..
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Yeah, sorry this was crap but i promise it gets better.
And if your a Michael girl you probaly dont wanna read this because hes ill.
just a warning.
xoxo.
