Not Another Faker

Chapter one

        High school, the most amazing place to ever come out of this world. Said no one ever. What a rip off, there's absolutely no singing or dancing, and there's no Troy Bolton. People really wasted time and money to make movies about how great high school is, but in reality it sucks. All there is in this pit of hell is a bunch of douche bag jocks and petty cheerleaders.

      You know the girl in school who faked cancer. Yeah that's me, but I'm not faking. I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was six. From then on they assumed I would die when I was eight, then when I didn't die they estimated ten and so on. They've been telling me that I only have two years to live since I was six. Well I'm sixteen now and still alive-ish. I'm breathing and I have a pulse, but I'm not living a life. My parents had me when they were sixteen, and they were twenty-two when I was diagnosed. Let's just say they had no idea what to do.

      I'm in regular classes with regular people. Even through all the medicine and doctors appointments, I'm still ahead of everyone in my class. "Alright class today we will be reading chapters three through five." I raise my hand. "Yes Miss Maxwell?" "What if we've already read it all?" "If you've already read the chapters you may work on something else." "No I mean what if you've already read the whole book." "Well I completely doubt anybody in here has read the whole book already. I mean we only started this book yesterday." "Right well I finished it." "Oh well then, just work on another class." Like I said, ahead of my class. The phone rings and the whole class looks up. We all hope it's us, cause we don't want to be in this seven levels of hell anymore. "Yes alright, I'll send her down." The teacher hangs up the phone and looks at me. "Julia your mother is here to pick you up."

     I grab my stuff and put it in my bag. Before I leave my friend Kara grabs me. "Bro do you have a doctors appointment?" "No I had one last week, I don't know what's going on." I walk out of the class room and down the empty quite halls. It's rare that it's quiet, and I like the quiet. Not having to worry about people talking and staring even though there's nothing to stare at. It's not like I'm bald I have a full head of hair. I look like everyone else, but since they all know I have cancer, I'm pretty much an alien.

I see my mom standing at the end of the hall. "Mom what's going on?" "What a mom can't pick up her daughter early from school so she can spend time with her?" "Don't you think I spend enough time with you?" "Aw you can survive one day with your mother, now come on." My mom and I have a love hate relationship. We don't fight but we disagree. Which translates into we fight a lot.

      My parents sacrificed so much just to give me the life I deserved. My dad works pretty much twenty-four hours seven days a week. My mom doesn't really work. She says that she's looking for a job, but she's been looking for one for about ten years now. "So where are we going?" "Home." "Oh so you pick your daughter up early from school to take her home? Yeah so worth it." "We have a surprise for you I guess is what you would call it." "I hate surprises." "I know and I love doing things you hate."

    And that's my mother Willa Maxwell, the only mother in the state of New Jersey that doesn't act like a mother but instead acts like a fifteen year old babysitter. I love her to death, which could be any day now for me. But one thing she never understood was that she's not a teenager anymore. She talks like she's still sixteen and acts like she's still in high school. She's an immature adult who relies on her husband. Am I shocked that she is the way she is? No. In her words "My life flew before my eyes all because I had you. Don't make the same mistake I did." That mistake being named Julia Lee Maxwell. Oh and to add on cancer made a little trip, permanently. Let's just say cancer is like a curse with no cure.