Stage One

Prologue

The sound of children whining and playing with toys drowns out my thoughts. It keeps me from worrying about what's about to happen.

"Mia Franchez," The nurse calls out opening the creaky brown wooden door. Her eyes start to roam around the room looking for the next patient.

With a sigh I nervously stand up and the nurse gives me a weak smile. That can possibly be good. Usually when I come here she sends me a smile brighter than the stars. I'm also never this nervous but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"How are you doing today Mia?" Nurse Haylor asks sweeping her dirt brown hair out of her face.

"I'm just nervous," I admit looking up to see her going through my files nervously.

I've been attending Rane's doctors office for years and Haylor has always been my nurse. Never have I known her to be nervous.

"And you're not making it any better," I inform her meeting her eyes.

Haylor's eyes flicker down to the files that she's fidgeting with. She shoots me a sad nervous smile before putting the files down on a table.

"Step on the scale, honey." She instructs as she sits at her computer to record data.

I step onto the digital scale taking off my boots. I hear a knock on the door before Haylor goes to open it. She opens the door revealing my flustered mother. Haylor lets her in before they both take seats, my mom in the guest seat, Haylor in the one by a computer.

The scale beeps signaling that my weight has been calculated.

"115," Haylor reads out loud typing it into her computer, "Stand against the wall that has the numbers with your feet flat on the ground." She walks over to where I am now standing against the wall checking my height "Five foot four," She gives me a smile, "You've grown an inch since our last visit."

She again types the information into her computer before taking my blood pressure. After she has all of my information has been recorded Haylor walks my mother and I to a room where we wait for my doctor.

"I wonder if they got your blood work from the last time back." My mother says as the door opens and in walks Dr. Maychan with my files underneath her right arm.

Se smiles at me but it doesn't fully reach her eyes, "How are you doing today Mia?" She asks sitting down on her rolling chair in front of her computer. She places the files on her lap carefully and place her hands on top of it.

"Fine," I give her a weak smile ready for the news I know isn't good.

The room becomes silent as she looks at me sadly.

"Spit it out doc," I find myself saying tired of waiting for the news.

Dr. Maychan sighs opening my files, "Mia last time you told me about the nausea and the swelling in your ankles and legs that you sometimes get." Her sad eyes flicker from the files to me.

"Yea, I think I got kicked or something during soccer or basketball," I say with a uninterested sigh "And I got a bone scan." I inform her.

"Well when I sent you to go get the bone scan I thought you were just suffering from some kind of bone trauma." She meets my eyes and hers are full of sadness, "That's not what is was though," She looks at anywhere but me, "Mia you have Osteosarcoma."

"O-ste-what?" I ask scrunching up my face.

Haven't I heard that word during science before or something?

"Cancer, Mia, you have stage one cancer."

So this is how life is for me. I, Mia Franchez, a sixteen year old, basketball and soccer player, have stage one cancer.

Q/N:

So this is another one of my new stories but this one is more serious...