Fighters

Fighter

Hi, if your reading this it means that sadly I have passed, but do not worry. For I hope that after you read this, that my memories may live on with you. Let's start from the start. Hi my name is Amanda Wilkson I am 16 and I am diagnosed with cancer.
I was watching the trees as they zoomed past me as we drove to our new house. Mum still hasn't told me where it is but i'm guessing it is pretty far considering the amount of snacks we have. I have stopped talking to mum whilst on the trip because whatever I say something she always say  "It's s a surprise."Even if a say "Hey mum can I get a snack" the same reply is always "It's a surprise" it is like it was hot wired into her brain. When we reached our new house I noticed that it wasn't a upgrade from our last. Bits and bobs were out of place or not there at all I just wish that I could go back but I know I can't. Might as well look on the bright side.

I woke up as the sound of a jack hammer rings through my window an hour before I am supposed to wake up. I place my two feet on the cold floor and started to make my way to the kitchen. To my surprise I see mum ironing my uniform. I say good morning and continued to the toaster pushing the bread down. Got changed and got ready for school.

At school I got placed into my classes and made my way around asking people where I need to go after two minutes of wandering around I managed to get to my class. Sitting down I hear people whispering loudly but I managed to make out some words like "what.....she.....here" and "don't.....belong here" my heart sank then the teacher came in. As soon as he walked in he wrote on the board the date, his name and what we were going to learn today. He marked the role at the end of the class when everyone had packed up. I was around 24th right after Henry Rolkersfield as there was no one with s,t,u or v as the first letter of there last name. I put my books in my bag when someone pushed my head forward a couple of centimetres away from the desk. I continued to walk around trying to find places as a walk to a couple of people sitting down eating. I ask if I could join them but I got denied. This happened two more times before one girl said yes. Her name was Roxy. She explained where everything was so I wouldn't have to wander around aimlessly. The final bell rang at two-fifty letting everyone go home by bus, car or legs. This process occurred many times but with a little less wandering and a bit more friends, however after people found out that I had cancer people picked on me making me fall into a semi-depression where I wanted the cancer to win the war that is my life but something clicked in my head telling me that being with cancer is bad but I could learn from it. I started writing books and gave them to the hospital for young children with cancer so that they could fight it. I walked around the hospital meeting other cancer patients and seeing their warm smiles, when I collapsed. They are the fighters, the people who fight for something are the fighters, I was a fighter, but even the best fighters lose. So this is to all the fighters out there.
"Sometimes fighters lose, but losers never fight. Are you a fighter?"