"Mia" Linsey shouted, getting my attention as her eyes lit up."Hi" I mumbled casually holding my stomach in pain."What's sup with you?" Lindsey said in intrudingly."Just cut it out Lindsey I'm not in the mood for your pityness, you nosy cow" I shouted in despair raging in pain wanting to be alone where no one could fuss. I made my way to the toilet to get privacy,when suddenly all the girls who were know as "gossipers" came in talking about me giving me shit, for my "pathetic delusional skiving", I sat on the toilet seat in floods of tears with my legs up so no one could she who I was. All because I keep getting sent home for my illusinations and my fainting diagnosis see this is when all of it started happening, the bad epilepsy the sightings and your, well the paper is the only thing I can connect to. Your just paper so you can't fuss and tell me what to do, that's why I wish everyone was an object then I can live my finally time of my life how I want, the way I want to. This is just the start so you better sit back and listen and please do me a favour don't fuss, its ivitating. I just had my life the way I planned until the day I started crying in the toilet so hard I was nearly sick in pain with my stomach. I felt the world falling to pieces until I fell and smacked my head so bad it was covered in blood, flooding the girls toilets in a pool of blood. This is all I can remember since the day I was diagnosed with cancer, see you read these story's talking about how you can treat them and shit, well its not true at all. I'm 15 still in high school in year 11 but no body fusses over me, you know why? To people I'm just a pathetic waste of life called a "cancer kid".
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Beauty and the Beat Girl
Short StoryJust another day for Mia, until her life changes into a shocking diaster.