Chapter 1

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by __The_Doctor__

by __The_Doctor__

Chapter 1
(Saturday night)

Yo yo yo it's Sophia Mars in the house, whats up? No? Ok well anyways my name is Sophia Mars yeah I know weird last name but it makes me feel like a planet so take that haters. So yeah my name is Sophia, soph for short, and I have see 19 years of change to this world, some changes I wish I didn't see but hey what you gonna do, but anyways I like to say I'm tall but I'm really average height I have blonde hair and some blue eyes pretty normal right? No? I may look normal but I'm pretty weird and there's just another small thing I have a brain tumor!! Surprise!!
Before you start spit balling me questions i'd like to say that you will know the answers in time...

No I'm just kidding, but to answer some of your questions yes, it does hurt. No, I haven't lost my hair. I was shocked, and terrified when I found out. But all is well, at the moment.

So today is Saturday and you know what that means, PARTY ALL NIGHT!! YEAH!! No it means Netflix and peanut butter, yes peanut butter. why? because it's mothertucking amazing, so I'm currently watching The Walking Dead season 2 the part where they find Sophia in the barn I wish she didn't become a walker but hey what could I do, but I was peacefully watching Rick stab a walker when someone knocks on the door.

"Come in, good sir"

"Hey flower, how you holding up?" My father (Henry) asked as he walks in.

"I'm holding up this amazingly wonderful food created by man that they call peanut butter." I dramatically pronounced as I raced up the PB jar.

"Wow it's more beautiful up close, but besides the beauty of the peanut butter how are you feeling?" He asked seriously.

"In all honesty I'm feeling pretty good today, I think it's one of my better days I've had so far." I said with a smile placing the PB jar on the bedside table.

"That's good sweetheart." He smiles

"What is a sweetart?" I spoke out in a western accent.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ash and I had this thing in 5th grade and yeah the story goes on from there."

"Okay? Anyways do you think you will be able to come to church this Sunday?" He asked excitedly.

"I don't know until then but I think I will be able to." I smiled.

"Your mother would be so proud." He hugged me.

My mother died from a brain tumor as well and so did my grandma and now it was passed on to me.

"I miss her." I mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's ok just remember she's always with you and that she will never stop loving you."

"I love you dad."

"I love you too."

After a few minutes of hugging and talking a nurse came in to tell my dad the visiting hours are over. We said our goodbyes then I was left alone again like many times before. After a while of being bored with nothing to do I decided to get some rest in hopes to be able to go to church tomorrow.