A dancer with cancer

Chapter 8

We walked into the restaurant. I made sure I was behind Maeve. I am pretty shy around boys. They are kind of intimidating.

We saw James in the corner of the restaurant. He made a hand gesture to us to come over. Maeve walk across the room with such confidence, I quietly followed her, grabbing my left arm in a insecure way.

There was two other boys at the table, besides James.

"Hey gurls!" James smiled a pleasant smile to the two of us. James had his hair spiked and was wearing a plaid shirt. He always looked good. "This is Carter." He pointed to a skater looking boy with shaggy hair, "and this is Kevin." He pointed to a nerdy looking boy with hipster glasses, a hot buzz cut and muscles that you could see though his shirt.

"Hey!" Maeve said waving to all the boys at once. I stood there for a while in silence.

"Hi Ella." James spoke up and broke the silence.

"Oh, hi." It seems like sometimes people are scared to talk to me because I have cancer. I am no different then anyone else.

Maeve and I sat pulled out the two empty chairs from under the table and sat in them. I felt some stares go to the top of my head. I looked down at my legs and tucked my 'hair' behind my ears. After having it for all your life you sometimes forget that it's not there.

Carter cleared his throat. "Why don't you have hair? Is it like cut for bieber, but you shave your head?" He said joking.

"Ummmm..." I looked around and tried to hold my tears back. "I am sick."

"Just because your depressed doesn't mean you have to shave your head to get attention!"

I looked around the room. One hot tear slid down my face.and another, they just kept coming.

"She has cancer!" James stood up and yelled so the whole restaurant looked over at our table at me. The word cancer made me cry more. I looked over at Maeve through my blurry eyes. She had a death glare on her face pointed toward carter.

"Your such a dumbass!" The cutie Kevin spoke up. My tears were now black from my mascara. I ran to the bathroom. Maeve followed me.

I pushed the door open.

"I just want to go home. What he said didn't really make sense, but, can we just go home?"

"I will call your mom." I was in a little bit of a panic. I handed her my phone. She asked my mom if she could pick us up.

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I looked at myself in the hospital bathroom. I was messed. Mascara every where. Wet face and clothes. No hair. I knew boys were not a great idea. Some people just don't understand.

I walked out the bathroom after I got washed up. I didn't really want to talk. I just wanted to sleep. Before I went to sleep I said a quick prayer.

"God, please help me."