Life is like fire works.
Short.
Sharp.
But most of all exciting.
I've believed this ever since I was eight, I read it in an unknown book in the corner of our school library.
It fascinated me back then I didn't know what death was.
I thought we lived forever, I thought there no was crime and tragedy.
Of coarse I was wrong because if I were right then this would be heaven.
I've written a journal ever since I can remember.
Even when I was five I wrote messy entries in my pink, glitter barbie notebook.
Yesterday I read through them.
Ever single notebook, every single entry.
My life has been sharp, I've had my fair share of being Stabbed-in-the-back.
My life is about to end shortly.
But my life's hasn't been exciting.
Not at all.
My name is Mina Stephen, I'm 12 and a half.
I like playing chess, reading and writing.
I look fairly decent .
I have a lot of friends at school.
My name is Mina Stephen and I'm dying of Leukaemia (it's when your blood and bones go all bad.)
Until they find me a donor I am moving to Light-house Bay.
Away from my friends.
Away from my Family.
I'm staying there until they find me a donor, but they mostly likely won't.
So I'm staying there until I die, so I can enjoy the fresh ocean air, make new friends and enjoy myself.
If I could have a dying wish it would be to do something exciting.
Pathetic dying wish huh?
But my life is pathetic.
And my wish most likely won't come true.
