I just sat there, looking down at the paper my english teacher gave me. I was supposed to write an essay about my life or a short story about something that happened to me. But i couldn't. I couldn't concentrate on that. I just wanted to get out of this hell hole of a place. I just wanted to go to my room, lock my bedroom door, and go to sleep. But I know I have to face Morgan and her group of friends. You see, I have cancer. My parents never told me what kind of cancer and I don't know why. But before I lost my hair, I was popular, pretty, funny, and happy. Now I'm here. I'm nothing to anybody except my family, and I'm not happy anymore. So I'm stuck trying to write about my life for another 10 seconds. 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... Ding Ding Ding Finally! I get to go home. " Okay, everybody, pass in your papers and have a good week!" I went to drop my paper into the bin but the teacher took it before I could walk out. " Nikki. Could I talk to you for a moment?" My teacher asked. " Ummm.. Sure. I guess" I walked over to his desk. " you didn't write one word in your notebook. Can you explain to me why?" I looked down at my shoes. " I- I couldn't think of anything." I quietly said. " Well. I think you should do it over the spring break. You do have two weeks off. So I think you can do something." He handed me back my notebook. Great! My holiday off and I have to do homework. God I hate life.
I walked over to my locker. Everybody was already gone home and I was glad. I didn't want to see Morgan. She always made me feel ugly because I had cancer. Well, who could blame her. I was. I opened my locker and saw the pictures of me and my old friends before I had cancer. God, I was beautiful, not that I'm bragging or anything. I had light brown eyes brunet hair. I was always happy and had make up on. I miss the old me. I closed my locker just to find three people there. It was Morgan and her friends. Shit! " Awwww. Look at the sick freak! God! I can't wait till you die. Than nobody has to suffer looking at that ugly face of yours." The all laughed. I just looked down at my shoes. " Is the poor baby scared. God, you amuse me." She gave me a crooked smile. " Guys hold her up" Her two friends grabbed my arms. Man, they may ook pretty perfect, but they're real devils, who know how to fight. She punched me in the gut and I gagged.She punched me three more times in the same place and they dropped me. I knew better than to stand, so I curld up in a ball and let them kick me. After five minutes of agony and kicks in the ribs, they walked away. " Bye Looser!" Morgan said over her shoulder. I just stayed there. Not wanting to get up, not wanting to del with this. I hate my fucking life.
I got home and was glad that my parents were gone. Only my thirteen years old sister was home. "Hey Nikki!." She ran to me and hugged me. I winced at the pain of the bruises that were all over my body. " Is something wrong?" she asked looking at me worried. ever since she heard I had cancer, she would want to spend every moment she could with me. She looked way more different than me. She had blond hair and really light blue eyes. Her freckles were perfectly put into place, and her nose wasn't to big or to small. She never needed makeup because she was gorgus!. "It's fine,Ally! So what do you want me to make today for supper?" I asked smiling. She didn't look to convinced, but she shrugged it off. " I was wondering if we could have chocolate chip pancakes with pizza?" She always liked different foods with different foods, just like me. I smiled. " Home made pizza, or called in?'' She smiled. " How about we make it ourselfs." I giggled and we got everything out to make it.
After the pizza was in the oven, we started putting the pancake mix into the pan. I added blueberries to my pancakes and made ten. Me and Ally eat A LOT of food but we never gain a lot of weight. " Hey Nikki, why do you have a bruise on your neck?" Ally asked. My head was bent low because i was reading a book. I didn't relize that I had a bruise there, I don't remember them kicking me or punching me. " Um... I just got into a little fight. It's nothing." I faked a smile, but she wasn't fooled. "Nikki! You know you're supposed to call us if something goes wrong!" She treated me like I was a child! I'm years older than her! But I'm glad she cares. " Ally! Please please don't tell mom and dad." I begged with puppy eyes. "And how are you going to hide that." She pointed to the bruise. " I'll wear my wig." I said with a shrug. " You're not alloud to use your wig unless we're going out somewere very inportant." She corrected. " Fine! I'll wear a scarf. Just please don't tell. I'm begging you. I'll even bring you shopping sometime!" I gave her my best smile. " FINE... but if that happens again. There will be no excuse. Now, can we go shopping next week?" She asked and hugged me. "Sure" I smiled, and relaxed a bit. I was glad my parents wouldn't know, it would just mean they wouldn't start getting mad.
