I woke up that morning with tear stains on my face, they reminded me what happened last night. I started to choke up. I held back my tears, I didn't want to cry any more. I was glad to be home.
I got out of bed and felt my feet on the floor. My floor. I smiled at the thought. I am not home for long. I frowned at the point I made in my head. I got up and looked at my shelf of dance awards, complete with tiaras. I ran my fingers across them. I remember when I won all of them. Some I won without cancer and some I won with cancer. It's a pretty amazing when a little girl with a shining bald head wins a dance competition over all, and when they award the tiaras, it is funny to try to watch the judges but the tiara on my head without it falling off. All the other girls treat me like I can't do anything for myself, and girls my age talk to me like I am a baby because I am smaller then them. Give me a break!
I tip-toed out of the room because I wasn't sure if my mom was sleeping. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge, just a box of Arm And Hammer. I opened the cupboards,nothing. I forgot, we
Don't have any food because we spend months at a time at the hospital. My mom was still sleeping. Darn. I went back to my room since I couldn't eat. I got dressed in high waist pants and light blue blouse, because blue is talias favourite colour, and black suspenders. I looked groovy. I did a like disco dance in the mirror because I felt like it. I went to the bathroom to wash me face. Clean And Clear Morning Burst, oh la la. I washed my face like I was in a commercial. I am so cheesy from head to toe. Very much like cheddar. I laughed at my self for being so ridiculous.
I did my make-up, it looked fabulous. My eyes looked the most fabulous. Blue eye shadow, blue eye liner, that included a wing ( angels for talia, get it?!?!), and very fabulous fake eyelashes. When I am older i want to get eyelash extensions. I looked so great that I took a selfie, and posted it on Instagram my caption was " invisible hair don't care! <3", that was totally clever! I am pretty popular on instagram I have 9K. I am not sure why I am so popular, but who really cares anyway?!?
I checked to see if my mom was
Up yet, I knocked on the door and said, " are you awake?"
"Yeah I am just getting ready sweetheart."
"Kay!" I left her room door and went back to my room and checked my phone. Then I remembered the bucket list I made and pulled it up to check it out again.
ELLA'S PHONE
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Bucket list
-go horse back riding on the mountain side
- walk the holly wood walk of frame
- throw a huge party
-dance in the rain
- model for a major company
-meet talia <3
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I guess I can cross talia off the list, I thought to myself, but then again I WILL get to see her in heaven. That will be a very happy day. My bucket list is very short compared to some other peoples. Only 6 things I want to do before I die. That's pretty sad. Should I add some? Nah. It's mine and it does not have to be perfect.
I checked the forecast sun all day.darn it! I guess no dancing in the rain for me today. I laughed at muself.
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"Great practice!"
"Haha, thanks!" I replied to my dance teacher very weirdly. I walked out of the hospital in my dance uniform and waited for my mom to come and pick me up, she usually was late but I didn't mind waiting!
I notice that a bunch of dark rain clouds coming my way.
"That's odd." I said to myself. It was suppose to be sunny all day. Maybe it was just passing through. I sat for a while and watched the clouds sitting against the wall of the hospital with my legs touching the cold concrete, which brought goose bumps to my very skinny legs.
Just then I felt a rain drop against my leg and then another.
Drop-drop-drop
I ran for cover and went into the hospital. My head was soaking wet and so were my dress clothes already. I thought to myself, should I or shouldn't i, and just right then and there at that moment, I drop my dance bag in the building and ran outside.
I am not quite sure how you dance in the rain but,there i stood twirling around and around in my purple converse. Life just stopped. I felt a rush. I felt alive. I must have been spinning there for about 5 minutes when my mom pulled up and opened the car door and blasted the song ' Come On Get Higher', one of talias favourite songs, and hopped out of the car picked me up and danced with me. Tears of joy pooled out of mine and my moms eyes, though you could not see them do to all the rain. There was thunder there was lightning, but I was so in the moment it was like I was born again, and I could feel a sprit near me as I was dancing, it was talia.
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A dancer with cancer
Teen FictionA young girl battles a battle for her life. Cancer is a struggle that a lot of kids/teens have to face every day. Through the pain they fight. I lost one of my best friend to cancer. I hope this book inspires you!