Dear Diary,
Mom was called into school today. She had a meeting with all my teachers...They told her how I was behaving in class. They all spoke like I wasn't sitting there as they talked about me. What made it even worse was when mom informed them about my illness.
I hated how their looks changed from disappointment to pity. I hate pity. I hate it and I don't want or need it.
I was so annoyed I left the office and went straight to the car. Not caring that it wasn't even lunch time.
After a short while mom came out and jumped in the car as well. At first she was quite as she stared at the steering wheel.
'Annabel I don't like how your grade are at the moment'
She had said calmly to me. I was already annoyed so I didn't reply.
'Annabel are you listening!'
That was when I snapped.
'Why worry about grades mom! I'm dying! I don't need to worry about things like that anymore! 76 more days after today and you won't have to worry about me'
She bursted into tears. At that moment I didn't care. I was too angry. Jumping out of the car I ignored her pleads to get back in. I walked home.
That night I shut myself in my room. I didn't go down for dinner. I didn't open the door when mom wanted to talk. I didn't even answer Eddies calls or messages.
I just sat alone in my room. Drowning in the misery that was my life.
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel