Once Upon A Wish

Chapter 1

You know I never really thought of being different. I was a normal 18 year old girl who went to a normal school and had (somewhat) normal friends. But one day that all changed.

I have always been a clumsy person. My talent in walking down the halls is amazing. Somehow I always seem to run into every attractive guy I see. They must have this unseen gravitational force that just pulls me in. I DON'T REALLY KNOW. But for some reason I slowly was becoming more and more clumsy. I was like a small ping pong ball and everyone else was the paddles. I swear, if someone just slightly touched me I was a goner. On the ground, books and assignments everywhere. It was SOOOO embarrassing. And to walk was hard it was like my legs noodles that were slowly being boiled in a giant pot of water. I got headaches more often. My perfect vision was diminishing. I was literally becoming a human disaster. I was starting to stutter my words. I was always on an emotional roller coaster. And then the worst of it, I started to vomit. It wasn't just every 6 months, not only did I feel like I needed to vomit constantly but I DID vomit constantly. The TEACHER PERSONALLY moved the garbage can next to me.

Well as you could've guessed, my parents finally decided that there was something wrong with me. Now there's something I need to tell you about my parents. For them it was practically a SIN to take their child to the doctor. It was more of my dad than my mom though. For example, a few years back, my dad came home covered in blood (PS he's a construction worker, which might explain the tough and roughness of his personality.) Me personally, I don't do blood. When I go to the hospital to visit someone I feel like I'm sicker than them. Sometimes I feel like kicking them out of the bed because I look like I need the meds and they don't. I just can't handle the situation of why that person is in the hospital. It breaks my heart and my control. ANYWAY back to the story. So my dad is COVERED in blood and goes to the bathroom. His best friend was following him like a pale puppy. I don't know how they did it but somehow they stayed clam. My mom was in there to try to figure out why her husband was covered in blood. Well he had cut his index figure with his saw. It still makes me sick just thinking about it. It was my mom's amazing convincing skills and a little push and shove here and there to get him to go to the hospital.

As you can see my parents believe in the whole American, "Do it yourself." I think they finally decided to take me because my mom was freaking out a little. Her daughter was being over taken by a.... alien. So we get to the doctor and they ran some tests. Well, while we wait for the results let me tell you about myself a little more deep and personal. 

I. AM. A. DEDICATED. DIRECTIONER. I'm a Niall girl. Me and my bestie, Bailey Gold, have been their biggest fans since the beginning. The X Factor to the MSG and Haylor. Oh and maybe it would be helpful to know my name. Kylie Howard. Pretty simple and straight forward. Nothing fancy. If I translated the meaning behind it, it would be the Boomerang Ewe Herder. I know, pretty random right? I don't know what my parents were thinking when they decided my first name, it's based off an Australian boomerang...pretty great right? And my last name well, don't even get me started.

I have this dream. A dream of traveling the world. I've kept a huge traveling journal ever since I can remember. In the front, it has places I've been and the back, that's where I keep my dream destinations. The basics: Paris, Rome, Italy, London, and Ireland. The necessaries: Egypt, Australia, Hawaii, Barcelona, New York City, and San Francisco. And places to see: Sistine Chapel, Stonehenge, Taj Mahal, Palace of Versailles, Easter Islands, The Great Wall of China, The Grand Canyon, and most important of them all, EVERY SINGLE ONE DIRECTION WORLD.  

Every person I know, or you knows me, knows that one day I WILL travel the world. They all know that my dream of traveling is the reason I get up in the morning, to be one day closer to that amazing adventure. My parents have always tried to talk to me about how it will cost a lot of money and more money and LOADS of money. That's all they ever tell me, "That will cost you over 100,000 thousand bucks for that trip!" "Your mom and I haven't made that much money in our whole lifetimes put together." Blah, blah, blah. What they don't understand is my passion for traveling. They don't understand my determination. I AM GOING THERE ONE DAY. Even if it's on my death bed.

Well the doctor is back so I'll have to stop my babbling.

This isn't good.

He's chocking on his words. He won't look me in the face.

What kind of doctor is this! Just tell me what's wrong with me! I've been a walking disaster! Just tell me for crying out loud!

"Your tests, they ummmm... well....." He couldn't get it out. I was starting to get nervous, just a little bit. I mean how hard is it to tell a patient they need a prescription? He's been our dotor since I can remember. I've seen the pictures of him holding me after he delivered me. Maybe that's why it's so hard, the fact that he is practically a family friend and I need a little help to get better.

"Kylie, you ummmmm... you......" Oh no. I can see his sweat starting to trickle down his head. He's crumpling the papers in his hand. WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU!! WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME?? I got this terrible pit feeling in the bottom of my stomach. I looked over at my mom. She looked like she was about to cry. Was it the intensity of the situation? Or was it the fact the she knew something was seriously wrong too? I looked back at the doctor. Was that a tear in the corner of his eye? My mind started to race... this wasn't just a cold.

The doctor mumbled something.

"What?" My mom said. I was scared. I could hear a hint of anger in my mother's voice. This is serious.

"Brain cancer. Kylie has brain cancer."

My world stopped. Am I going crazy? Am I over thinking things? Brain cancer? No. It can't be. I was supposed to be a normal child. I didn't have any problems when I was little. I was perfectly normal. This kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen to my family.

"This is one sick joke!" I half spitted, half yelled at the doctor.

"It's not a joke." The doctor hung his head. I could see the tears start to stream down his face. I looked at my mom. Her eyes were puffy and red. The tears had already sunk into her face. She looked 10 years older. She was rocking back and forth hugging her purse to her chest.

Then it sunk in. I have brain cancer. I HAVE brain cancer. I. HAVE. BRAIN. CANCER. Was the world against me? Why had it suddenly turned on me? Was it something that I had done? Why was God doing this to me? Was this a punishment for something I did? "I TAKE IT BACK, GOD." I pleaded in my head, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT I TAKE IT BACK."

"We only give you 4 weeks to live...... We didn't catch it in time. There's nothing we can do. I am SO, SO sorry Kylie." The doctor wouldn't look me in the face. WHY COULDN'T HE LOOK ME IN THE FACE TO TELL ME THAT I'M GOING TO DIE. WHY WAS HE SORRY? IT WASN'T HIS FAULT!

Brain cancer. Kylie Howard. ME. I have Brain cancer. 

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Hi guys! My name is Kylie Widdison and this is my first story on here. Actually my first story ever! I'm going to try to update it at least once a week. No day in particular. I really hope you enjoy it. I hope it brings you tears and happiness and warm fuzzies and laughter!

For a DIFFERENT story (it has nothing to do with this story) that uses the characters Bailey Gold and Kylie Howard search Because They Got Kicked Out of a Hotel by Bailey Pinder. IT'S AMAZING!! You will love it!!