𝔼𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Chapter 1

When i was first diagnosed i honestly thought i was going to be dead within the next 2 years. But here i am about to start my first year at Princeton University. Don't get me wrong just because i'm not dead yet doesn't mean i'm going to live to fully get my degree. But i've always wanted to go to college and become a nurse. Kind of ironic since i already spend most of my time in the hospital surrounded by nurses, but it was the very nurses that cared for me and supported me through my treatment that made me want to become one. So that i can then support other people in the same position as me or even younger children.

As soon as i was able to apply i sent my application off to as many university's as i could, all for childrens nursing. I received offers from every one but it was like Princeton was calling my name. Both Rain and Sky went to Harvard so we spent most of the summer together and i doubted we were going to see each other much now that we've started college.

My parents paid for me to stay in dorms this year so i'll be closer to campus. The only downside is that i have to share with a roommate. 3 years ago i wouldn't have minded but now i don't see the point in making any new friends as ill be dead soon anyway. Plus I don't want anyone to know that I have cancer. When i told my teachers in highschool, i got sick of the look of pity in their eyes. Just because I have cancer doesn't mean that my life suddenly turns morbid and depressing. I can still do all the same things as before, well... most of the same things. Anyway, telling people about my diagnosis ruined my last 2 years at school. Everyone treated me like i was some china doll that was going to break any second. It was horrible.

But now I get a chance at a new beginning. One that i can control.

And with that i get out of the car and smile as a feeling of excitement rushes through my veins. At least i think it's excitement, it could just be the effects of the medication i'm on.

I hear the ruffle of the tissue packet and know that my mum is most likely about to start crying again.

She cried most of the journey.

I turn around and pull her into a tight hug, resting my head on her shoulder. I think her hugs are one of the things i'm going to miss the most.

She pulls away and holds her hands on my shoulders and stares at me, trying to memorise the sight of me before she leaves.

My dad comes up behind her and pries her hand off of me and pulls me into another hug. The scent of his cologne wafts into my senses. The smell of home.

"Alright champ, time to go." He says with a sad smile. Me and my dad have always been close. I know he always wanted to have a son before I came along so that he could play sports with and stuff. So when I came along he was... i wouldn't say disappointed but I know he was a bit let down. But that soon changed when he realised that i liked sports just as much as any guy. I use to participate in lots of different sport events from track running to the english version of football. We use to train every Saturday morning. Although when i got diagnosed that all changed. I wasn't aloud to do any vigorous exercise like that. I know he misses those times, I do too. But it never changed how close we were, we just had to find different hobbies to do together. Like painting. We found out we both liked painting as it was calming, so instead of training every Saturday we painted instead. With sports programmes on in the background of course, so i guess that kind of took out the calming part as me and dad are both very competitive.

He walked over to the trunk of the car and hauled my suitcase out. I've had the same one for the past 7 years. I ought to have changed it by now but it reminds me of before, so i haven't and probably won't ever change it.

I pull them in for a group hug, me in the middle with them cocooning around me.

2 minutes later i said my goodbyes and waved them off as they drove away.