Family comes first? You have got to be kidding me.

Chapter 1

It was a day like any other. I went to school and slept through most of my classes except gym. It was my favorite class and I loved the adrenaline that pulsed through my veins when we did track, which was our lesson plan for that month. I was racing this one guy and e was fast but I was just a little bit faster. When I neared the finishing line my breath caught which was unusual because i was doing breathing excercises that coach had taught our class and they were supposed to make it to where you could breathe freely. When i passed the finish line and stopped running someone handed me a wateerbottle but I didn't really notice it until it was squirted on my face.

I snapped back to reality and realized that I couldn't breathe and my temperature was rising. I doubled over in pain as my stomach felt like it exploded and I threw up. I was still throwing up frequently when the coach started leading me to a nearby bench. Before I got there i felt my eyes roll into the back of my head and I fell. I don't remember much after that. In fact I can't remember anything.

I woke up in the hospital to a familiar face. When my vision adjusted I realized the face I saw was Bradley's, a guy from my school who was definitely a loner. He never talked to anyone. My mind drifted back  to the time when Brad first started going to the school. I took his silence as he didn't have much friends yet and was shy. Being the outgoing girl i am I rushed right up to him and tried to make small talk. He gave me a back off look and walked away. I vowed then to never acknowledge him again.

Yet, here he was. Standing over me like a giant. I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come out. I was really confused and didn't really know how I felt about him standing over me like that. I was about to give a bitchy remark when words started coming out of his mouth.

"How do you feel?" I gave him a confused look and he chuckled a little making anger rise in me. That was odd, I usually never got angry. "You just got out of surgery."

"Wait. did you?" I asked before being cut off.

"Donate part of my brain to you? Yes. But I want you to know that if you start feeling different come talk to me because I told them it was a bad idea but your mom insisted."

I smiled at the thought of my mom. While maybe not my birth mom she was still my mother and I knew she loved me no matter what. Bradley said he had to go and stammered a goodbye before exiting the room. About five minutes later my mom walked in.

"How are you feeling? She asked.

I groaned. "Am I going to be asked that every five minutes?" I asked with a small laugh. "I'm fine. Why did you make Brad the one to donate?"

My mom gave a small sad smile. "Nobody else would. Bradley seemed like he wanted to but something was holding him back. He said that things could be bad if he donated but eventually the doctor and myself broke him and he agreed."

I nodded my head slowly trying to process this. I knew nothing about Bradley and yet he just had a major surgey for me. Not to mention he should be in recovery but he seemed perfectly fine. Something was not right with that boy. And what did he mean by things would go bad? Was i going to turn into a weirdo too?