My moms and my mouths hung open. I could not have just a year left, I couldn't.
"We will remove you from your medicine since it is not working.", she continued.
"No!", I cried "I'm still a kid I can't die!". With that I ran out of the hospital. I ran the two blocks home. Then I ran to my room, and shut the door.
I grabbed by bucket list out from under my pillow. Since I was diagnosed I had made a list of everything I wanted to do.
Now I may never get a chance to do it. I fell face first on my bed, and cried.
ooOoo
I heard my bedroom door open. I thought it was my mom so I shouted "GO AWAY!"
The door closed. I heard footsteps coming toward the bed. I felt the bed sag, and a hand in my shoulder. I looked up to see my best friend, Thomas. He was holding my favorite movie "Lady and the Tramp". Sitting on the bedside table was two cups of hot chocolate.
"Tell me what happened.", said Thomas.
As we drank coca, and watched the movie I told him everything.
YOU ARE READING
1 year
Teen FictionYou think you know what it is like to be sick. You have never been sick like me. I am the proud founder of the new disease, Jennoid. It is even named after me, Jenna. The doctors say it appears to be a combination flu, and cancer. Six months ago, th...
