Mayson Thomas xx Stacey McGill

The End In More Than One Way

Mayson's POV:

Over the summer, I learned I was terminal and I wouldn't finish the ninth grade. I'd be lucky if I made it to Christmas. The only ones who knew were my mom and Watson. We decided not to tell my siblings. Currently the club was at the pool, Kristy was standing at the edge checking her phone, so I took it out of her hand and pushed her in. The girls bursted out in laughs, when an angry Kristy surfaced.

"Mayson!" I did a backflip in after setting her phone on a chair. As sick as I was I wouldn't let it show even if it meant I had to almost overdose on tylenol in order to feel okay.

"'Marry me, Juliet You'll never have to be alone'" I got down on one knee in front of Stacey as 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift played.

"You're so dumb." She said.

"But you love me." I said standing up.

"Do I?" She asked. "Oh, yeah, I do." I was making sure the last thing I did to my friends was making them laugh.

When school started I went to school normally. We were in highschool, all of us, except Jessi and Mallory. I decided not to quit chemo in hopes the cancer would go away, it worked when I was younger, but that isn't always the case, I was one of the fortunate ones. I had made my plans, I planned to die in my bed in the comfort of my own home. My funeral I planned to be small, my family, the Kishi's, the Spiers, the schafers, the McGills, the Ramsey's, and the Pikes. In October I could barely eat and if I ate a full meal I threw it up and I started coughing up blood regularly, in November I was pulled from school, our excuse to everyone was the risk of the flu spreading, I lost a lot of the energy I had, but I used the little I did to make my friends and family laugh.

Not even a week into December I couldn't leave my bed and everyone found out I was terminal. The whole week my friends were there and my siblings would stay in my room. They'd leave to cry and that was basically it. They'd say goodbye every night, just in case. I wanted to go in my sleep, it's rumored that it's the most peaceful way to go, no pain. Friday morning I woke up to watching everyone crying over my bed, my mom trying to stay strong for my siblings, Kristy holding my body not ready to say goodbye. I wasn't watching from my eyes, I was watching from above.

Kristy POV:

Friday December 3, 2021, my little sister didn't wake up. I held onto her as everyone cried. Charlie and Sam held each other, Watson, Mom, and David Micheal were together, Claudia held Stacey, Jessi and Mallory were together, and Dawn and Mary Anne were holding me as I held onto Mayson. The funeral was December 5, dad showed up said he was sorry he never came to see her, I called him out on it. I wasn't going to let him say that, but blow off every single chance he have and tell her he didn't want to see her. The death left us heart broken. Mayson was so alive, always making us smile and laugh, she tried her hardest when she found out she was dying, my mom said they'd known since June 15, 15 days after her 14th birthday. Her last birthday.

The club fell apart, everyone was broken, I didn't want to grieve, no one did. Stacey moved to New York with her dad and Dawn to California with her dad. My family tried their best to move on, but we never really were able to. Maysons locker at school became a memorial, and I kept about 10 of her hoodies, I gave 3 to Stacey, like Mayson asked of me the night before. Mayson was the light in everyone's life, she brightened everyone's day without effort. I have no idea what I'll do without my sister.

Stacey's POV:

After Mayson died the entire club fell apart it just didn't feel right without her. I tried my best to stay in Stoneybrooke but ended up moving to New York to grieve. I know we were only fourteen but she was the best thing that happened to me. I truly don't know what I'll do without her, she made every situation better. Kristy fell apart, so did Liz, Watson, Charlie, Sam, David Micheal, Karen, and Andrew. She made everyday better, she made everyone smile and laugh even in the worst of times. I despise cancer for ripping her away from us. She was smart, kind, funny, the perfect human. She was liked by everyone. But me I loved her, all her family and friends did, and it destroyed each and everyone of us. She was my first girlfriend. She asked Kristy to give me three of my favorite hoodies of hers and that's what she did, when I got them they still smelled like her, so I never wore them and never washed them so they'd keep the smell as long as possible I held them as I cried.

It sucks that there is so many murderers and criminals in the world that get to survive whereas a person as amazing as Mayson Elizabeth Thomas is taken away.