The Less They Know

~Beverly~

My name is Beverly I am an eighteen year old senior in high school. Woah woah wait, let me start from the beginning. It all began on January 15, 1998 a "beautiful" girl was born. ME! I had Brown hair and vivid, clear, blue eyes. Then, eighteen years later on the exact same day, I got a phone call from My "hot" doctor. "Hello Beverly, I regret to inform you that we found a form of... My heart sank they said that I may have cancer but this can't be happening!  " Ms Garcia?" I heard the doctor question over the phone. Oh, Oh! I'm sorry, I studdered. DO I HAVE CANCER!?!? I exclaimed a little too loud making my dog Milo jump off of "his" couch at the end of MY bed. "I'm so sorry." Dr. Farciga said over the phone like he could ACTUALLY feel my pain. We scheduled an appointment for five days from today, the 20th. Okay thanks again for all your support I said to the doctor and I hung up. I survived! My first bad phone call! I SURVIVED! I screamed into my empty house. I live alone. So I called for Milo and we jumped into my ROARING red Nissan Altima with a few I love my husky stickers and we drove to my mom's house.