The rest of the day passed un eventful. Gym class, french, and after classes, I had gymnastics. Gymnastics, Rowing and Volleyball are the three sports I do. I swim, but I hate it. It's to repedative.
When I'm on the mats or the trampoline I feel free. My thoughts leave me and my mind goes blank. I practice my routeen for finals over and over. After about an hour and a half, and a short chat with my coach, I grabbed my bag and went home. It was a quick 20 minute walk home, fighting with Erin and Kendall on my phone the whole time. 'Thanks guys! This is exactly how I want to spend my night, arguing with you guys. Don't you have anything better to do' I send them while I unlock my front door.
"Savannah?" My mom asks sounding like the bearer of bad news.
"Yeah mom, whatsup." I yell back walking towards the living room.
"Honey, I need to talk to you, it's your dad." She says. My dad? My dad lives 3000 km away, they hate eachother. Why would he talk to her before me?
"Yeah?"
"Your father- uh he, the doctors told him he has stage 3 cancer today. But he's going to have surgery for it. I'm so sorry honey." She said about to pull me into a hug.
"No. No." I pulled away and ran to my room. 3 years ago my grandma died from cancer. Last year Jades mom died from it. All my grandparents died from it. Now my dad is going to. I pulled out my scrap book and looked at how happy everybody used to be. Then my mom moved and made me go with her. I was four years old. I felt warm tears trickle down my cheek. I sniffed and wiped them away.
"Daddy." I whispered while touching a picture of me and him. Five years ago my dad and my step mom had my little sister, no one told me about her. Not my own dad. 'God, please. Please don't take my Dad.' I asked. My dog jumped up on my bed and cuddled me. I fell asleep after that. With Dana in my arms.
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Hey guys, yeah... Sad chapter, I wanna dedicate this chapter to my daddy, who is fighting against cancer or to anyone who is fighting it. <3 stay strong.
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