The day I got to school I was really glad no one could tell that something was wrong with me. My stress level is way to high and I don't need that much attention. After third period came lunch and I sat by myself like I always do waiting for my best friend Maria. Maria was the only one that could tell that something was wrong with me. To other people I'm just a face in the crowd. " oh Mo Mo what's wrong?! " I sat in silence for a couple of moments then respond. With hurt in my voice and breaking into tears I said " I have kidney cancer. " Because I said it so faintly Maria couldn't hear me. "Hermosa I said what's wrong!" she said with anger in her voice.
" I HAVE KIDNEY CANCER! " This time it wasn't faint at all, it was loud as ever . The whole cafeteria no longer chattered. They stared in silence. I couldn't bare the embarrassment or hold back the tears any longer. I ran out of the double doors of the cafeteria, down the hall, took a left and into the supply closet. That was my hiding spot. I sat in there crying for at least two classes. Luckily these were the last two classes of the day. Once I heard the bell ring I slowly opened the closet door just enough for me to peep out. No administrator in sight, I walked out. I walked by the classrooms just to make sure that was the last bell, it was. I walked out of the double doors of the school only to see my mom sitting in the car waiting for me. " Oh Mo Mo you look like you've been crying, what's wrong? "I ignored her question and got into the car with no words said. When I reached back for my seatbelt I noticed my face in the review mirror. My eyes were red and puffy, and my skin look really pale. Finally answering my mom's question " The whole school probably knows I have cancer now. I got mad at Maria and blurted it out at lunch. After that I hid in the supply closet for the rest of the day. " I can't believe I managed to say all of this through my sobs. But my mom understood and responded " Mo Mo I...... " She stopped talking, I have no idea why but car filled with silence. Moments afterwards my mom's crying became a predecessor for the silence.
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Til Death Does Me Part
Teen FictionMy name is Hermosa Cooper. I was adopted at the age of five. I am 17 years old. Two years ago I was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Nothing was ever the same, but I will fight til the end. Til death does me part. © All rights reserved.