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Chance: * 2 weeks later *
My mom and I are on our way to get me enrolled in school for my senior year. My father and I were pleasantly surprised by moms lack of protest. I was sure there would be a lot of graveling and pleading. She simply said "Okay."
Mom pulled into a parking space that clearly stated 'Staff Only'. But I wasn't gonna say anything to her though, dad already made that mistake once. We did not hear the end of it. Now we just sit back and let her do her own thing because when it comes down to it, she can talk her way out of anything. My mom have like 20 parking tickets a year if she didn't talk her way out of all of them.
As we headed to the building, mom came to an abrupt stop, causing me to do the same. She turned to me and looked me square in the eye.
"Are you sure about this hon?" She eyes me wryly. I shift my weight around, shuffling my feet.
Was I sure about this?
As if she sensed my unease, she quickly reassures me.
"Chance, I want what's best for you, but I also want you to be happy." She reaches up to touch my beanie. After a few seconds, she puts her hand back to her side.
"I just want to make sure your certain about this. Your father and I will support you either way." She says, smiling half halfheartedly.
"I'm sure about this mom, I think this will be really good for me. I could make new friends." Used to have a lot of friends before the cancer but when things started to get serious, they didn't know how to act around me anymore. As the months went on the less I saw them until they just stopped come at all. I don't blame them though, I guess it's a lot to deal with and with Jurnee and all my appointments we didn't really see each other much. " I also need to get away from the house once and a while before I go stir crazy." " No offense" I said quickly when she rolled her eyes. "Let's go then" she said. Mom turned and started for the office.
By the end of the day I'm exhausted. Not because of my long day, but the pity in everyone's eyes.
I don't need pity, I need normal.
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The Catastrophe Of Chance
RomanceChance has the same cancer that had killed his older sister a few years back. His mother is over protective and his father can't even look at him. Chance is ready to go back to school and be a teen, but his cancer is making it harder for him to be "...
