What would you do?

Why is he here?

Chapter 8

Beep! Beep! Beep! I roll over and glare at my alarm clock. I have not got up this early in awhile. Perks of cancer. I laugh in my head. I get out of bed and slowly walk over to my bathroom. I had set my alarm early that way I could get up early to take a shower. I turn on the water and slip off my pjs. I look in the mirror, I look dead; I hope that my shower helps the way I look. I step in and let the steamy water rush over me. I close my eyes and let the hot water relax my body. I step out and dry off. I grab my clothes, it is march and I live in california so it is shorts weather, but i don't feel like wearing shorts so I slip on a pair go jeans. I have been getting cold easily recently. I guess that is my cancer catching up to me. I put on a t shirt and slip on my vans. I don't really care what I look like at this point. I go in the bathroom and blowdry my hair then put on my makeup. I walk downstairs and pour myself cereal and sit down to eat. My brother walk out of the door from the basement. He nods at me and I can see he is hang over. Why would he drink on a school night he is so stupid. We have already got 2 calls from the school about his condition but my mom is so worried about me she is also to hungover to get him in trouble. I sigh, I am causing so much trouble on my family. I walk over to the sink and pour out the rest of my cereal I am not very hungry. I go upstairs and grab my backpack. My mom is asleep and I don't want to wake her up. I text Callie Hey, could you pick me up? I wait. About two minutes laters she responds Ya, I will be over in about 5 minutes. I grab my backpack and walk downstairs and put my stuff by the door. I walk over to my brother and hand him his binder and his backpack. He laughs and says "Thanks" I walk over and get a glass a water and hand it to him. "Please don't get in trouble today because then they will call mom again and you will get in trouble and so will mom for being drunk. Just try not to get in trouble for me." he looks away annoyed. "Please?" I say and give him my puppy dog eyes. He sighs and nods his head agitated. I heart Callie honk the horn. I smile and go up on my tiptoes and give him a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you!" I say as I run out the door. I hop into the car and slam it. Callie looked at me and said "You are in a good mood for a monday." she sounds sleepily and looked like it too. She was not a morning person. I nod my head and reach over and turn the radio on. The song playing was beverly hills by weezer, I looked at her and laughed, she smiled. Normally songs like that don't play and that is the type of music we like. I cranked up the music and rolled down the windows. Maybe it was a monday and we were going to school but I feel like it is going to be a good day despite courtney. We get to the school parking lot and she pulls into her parking spot. I open the door and get out of the car. We start to walk to the school I see someone look at me. Great, time for the pity party to start. I pretend that I didn't see the people look at me, I keep my head up and forward and keep walking. I get to my locker and open it as I get my books brad walks up to me. He doesn't even say anything he just puts his arm around me and we start to walk to class like old times. We get to math and sit down. I see courtney walk in, I try to put my head down and avoid her but she saw me. She walked over to me and I looked up to her she had a little smirk on her fat face. I sighed and waited for the bullshit to start pouring out of her fatass. "Omg! Hi Amanda I am so happy you came to school. I was really scared you were dead already but im glad you're not." She laughed and I looked down as my face got red. I heard someone from the back of the class say "Just back off Courtney, don't be such an asshole." Courtney whipped her head around with a deadly look in her eye. "Umm, why are you even talking to me you loser?" she whips back looks at me and smirks then her and her little minions walk back over to there side of the room and start to gossip about something I couldn't care less about. I turn around and look at the person who stood up for me. It was a Evan, he was bad boy of our school. He didn't really talk to people and sat at the back of the class. He didn't bring attention to himself but every girl notices him cause he is extremely attractive. He was tall and was kind of pale with golden blonde hair and stunning chocolate brown eyes. Every girl fangirls over him because trust me he is absolutely, gorgeous. "Thank you" I say to him. He gives a half smile and nods. I turn back around because I heard my teacher walk in. The rest of the school day was just a blur of people saying sorry for me. Finally after what seemed for like forever it was the end of the day. Callie gave me a ride home, I jumped out of the car and go inside my house. I drop my backpack and grab some food. I go upstairs to my bedroom and sit on my bed. I grab my homework. I look over at the clock it was 4:30. I didn't have a lot of homework at all thank god. I was really tired and I just wanted to get my homework done so I could sleep. I open up my math book and start. The homework was easy and I flew through it. I get off my bed and walked into my closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a comfy top and crawled in bed. I close my eyes for what seems like two seconds. "AMANDA what are you doing we have to go!" my mom yells at me. I open my eyes. "Go where?" I say confused. Your support group. I moaned and sigh. "I will be ready in five minutes" I say. "I will be in the car" she said. I get out of bed and walk over to my closet and grab a pair of leggings and throw them on, then I slip on a pair of vans. I walk into my bathroom to see what I look like. I actually look okay but I don't car what I look like at this point, I am just going to a support group anyway. The support group is not for cancer, I would never ever do that you would have to kill me first. I was going to a support group for "grief" my doctor said that I should. My dad died about 5 months ago. I was really close to him. I had always been a depressed person but after he died I just got really depressed and lets just say some stuff happened. But since I have cancer again and my meds have depression as a side effect, my doctor said I should go to someone. So picked a support group for grief. I had never got counseling for my dads death and it bothered me everyday and I was going to be forced to go to counseling so I mean why not; right? I run downstairs and get in the car. We got there in about 5 minutes. We were a little late but I don't really mind. I hope out the car and run in. I ask someone where to go and they told me what room. I walk down the hallway and find the room. I walk in, I put my head down, I am shy and I would rather not see a bunch of kids stare at me. One of lady's, I guess she must be the lead of the group got up and greeted me. "Hello, amanda, your mom called and said you would be attending the group so glad that you could make it. I put my head up a little and nod and give a half smile. I am not normally this shy but I don't know I just feel so out of place her. I find a chair and sit down. I would normally sit in the back but the room is in a semicircle type shape so that is not an option. We all went around and did our check ins . Basically what a check in is, is you have to say your name, how old you are, what school you go to, the person that died in your family and if you have had any "Triggers." Triggers are anything that reminds you of the person that died in your family. I listen as everyones goes then it was my turn. The lady who greeted me said "Your turn Amanda. I timidly look up at the group ever so slightly. "My name is Amanda, I am 16 years old, I go to Riverwood high school, my dad died and I have not had any triggers this week." I sigh. Thank god that was over, now that I have a little more confidence I look up and around the room. My heart stops. Why is he here?