Not Another Faker

Chapter Three

I wake up the next morning just hoping that it was nightmare, but no. The boxes I packed up last night are still sitting in my room, and my parents are at the store getting more. Half of my life is packed up in these brown cardboard boxes, yet the hardest part hasn't even happened yet. I text Kara and tell her that I need to talk to her.

Kara has been my best friend since, well forever. She didn't care that I had cancer, and she actually thought it was cool. On the first day of second grade nobody would talk to me cause they thought they would get leukemia. Except for one person, Kara. She came up to me, gave me a high five, and told me I was cool.

From then on she continued to tell me I was cool, even though be both knew I wasn't. Even when my hair grew back, everybody stared but didn't have enough guts to say anything. But Kara didn't bite her tongue and taught me to stop letting people look at me the way they always did.

I heard a knock on the door and ran downstairs to open the it. "Hey so I need the notes from the book we're reading in English. Cause I think we all know I'm not gonna do them." "Yeah they're probably in one of the boxes I packed." "Boxes? Why are you packing boxes?" My breathe shortened and my hands begun to shake. It was now or never. "Kara we're moving." "What?" "My dad got a new job and we're moving to California in two days."

"Are you kidding me?" "Yeah I'm pissed at my mom for not telling me sooner so I could give you a proper goodbye." "No I mean you can convince you parents to do anything. One time you convinced them to take you to a whole different country for a whole summer. But you draw the line at convincing them to not move you all the way across the country." "I draw the line? I don't have a choice." "Yes you do. You're a spoiled brat, you get everything you want." "Yeah because I wanted a malignant progressive disease in which the bone marrow and other blood-forming organs produce increased numbers of immature or abnormal leukocytes. Nope don't recall asking for that."

"God you always goes back to the leukemia thing. Well guess what. Your parents will take the time and energy to move you out to California, let you decorate your room just how you want it, then a few months later you're gonna drop dead." Her hand went over mouth in shock. I could see the regret in her eyes. Words didn't exist in this moment, cause all I could say was. "Get out." "Jules wait." "Get out." "Jules please." "Kara, leave." "Fine." She walked out the door and didn't look back.

I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. I just stayed there until my parents got home. My mom walked through the door and saw me on the floor. "Peach? What happened?" "I told Kara about us moving." "Oh honey, what did she say?" "She just walked out. She was really upset I didn't want to hurt her anymore." "I'm so sorry hun. Go up to your room and rest a bit okay?" "Okay." What was I supposed to tell them? That my best friend told me I was gonna drop dead in a few months? Besides this saves me the pain of having to talk to my mother.