crushing

.Chapter two

I woke up with a horrible feeling in my gut, a pit so dark it was darker than oblivian...
I groaned in misary. If only I could get struck by lightning. Something unfortunate to happen right now...
It's the first day of school and I could hear and smell tge sizzling bacon grease.
I threw my forearm over my forehead and stared at the ceiling, praying something to fall through it and crush me right now. Crush the light out of me. After all I am dying. People laughing at a dying bald girl with cancer...
Maybe it will kill me now....
Nope.
Not today then. I start chemo again next month because I'm stable now.
I get annoyed with being back and forth within the hostpitals. I miss out on so much...
"Aspen, breakfast is ready!! It's Canadian bacon!" My mom called.
I groaned. My back was sore, but I really can't resist Canadian bacon, my mom really knows how to bargain with me...
I swung my legs off my bed and practically ran Alex over as I slid down the railing and piled my plate with bacon and pancakes.
My mom swiped the plate from my hands and looked at me like with a smirk.
"Your not going to school in your pajamas." She pointed out.
I faked cry and marched upstairs and looked at her with a playful frown as she waved at me before I disappeared in my room and goy dressed.
I put on a pair of black leggings with a electric blue sweatshirt and some black shoes.
I bounced down the stairs and sat in my chair and my nose up high like a queen and my mom placed my plate in front of me.
"Here your magisty," She said sarcasticly.
I gave a sarcastic approving nod before looking at my plate, some of my bacon was missing.
"Did you eat some of my bacon?" I asked.
"Don't look at me." My mom said, pointing a thumb at my dad who buried his face in his magazine.
If anyone loved bacon more then I did it was my dad. He could have bacon for dinner and breakfast and still not have a heart attack.
"It called my name!" He said.
"Eat me dad, eat me!!" He said making high pitched voices and using his own bacon to reanact the scene.
I rolled my eyes and stuffed my mouth before stuffing my own backpack with supplies.
"Hurry up you don't want to be late." My mother warned.
I cringed. I knew it was going to be a long, painful day...