Make a Wish

Chapter 1

" This is so unfair." I argue with my mom.

" Well at least you're getting a wish!"

" Not the one I wanted! I never even wanted a dumb wish..." I mumble the last part.

" How could you not want a wish?"

" Because it means I'm going to die mom!"

My mom looks at me with hurt eyes. My cancer has always been a sensitive subject for her and she's never been as open talking about it as I have.

" You won't die sweetheart." Mom shakes her head and stares at her feet.

" I'm sorry mom... But when they give you a wish it means the chance are high..." I feel a lump growing in my throat. I guess the cancer is a sensitive subject for me too.

" They said you were a good candidate for a bone marrow transplant..."

" Yeah, but I'm way far down on the list..."

" I'm sorry honey... I-I... I can't." Mom holds up her hand and walks out of the living room. I hear her sobbing in the next room.

I always do this to her. I forget the fact that she is really sensitive to this. Ever since my dad died from lung cancer she has been extra emotional... Understandably so... I just don't know when to stop, it's like there's no filter in my brain...

I guess I do need to be a little thankful that I even got the chance to make the wish, even if it's not the one I wanted. Maybe they'll be really nice guys! But then again maybe not...

There are just way to many maybes in this situation...

Mom comes back into the living room and sits on the couch.

" We can contact them and change the wish..." She offers me.

I know that wont work, the flight is tomorrow.

" It's too late, but thank you anyway..."

I would love to go back to my original wish, but it's way to late. I don't even really want to meet Anne Hathaway or One Direction, so either way it doesn't really matter. And again, I have to be thankful that they even gave me this opportunity...

" You know you're going into chemo when we get back?"

I nod at her. I hate the fact that I'm going to lose my hair, I spent years growing it out, just to throw it away... But it's not really throwing it away, it gives me a chance to be able to live, which is more then I could ask for.

" Do you remember when I was twelve and I kept complaining about my short hair?" I smile at my mother, hoping to get her off this horrible subject.

" Yes! You had terrible mood swings because of it... But now it's down to your waist..." She smiles at me, examining my long blonde hair.

" Yeah... But it's going to be falling out in two weeks..." There I go again, bringing up the cancer! I need to be medicated... But I already am...

" Sorry..." I whisper.

" It's fine honey. I just need to work on being more open to talking about your cancer. You know it's been hard for me every since your father... Passed away."

Those last two words always hit me hard. I hate the fact that my dad isn't here anymore. He was an amazing man, it isn't fair that he's gone...

" Mom?" I attempt to break the awkward silence between us.

" Yeah honey?"

" Will you help me pick out a camera to bring on the trip?" I ask her.

She smiles at me and nods.

When I was diagnosed with cancer the doctor told me it would be a good idea to take up a hobby. I already had one, photography. I had collected so many cameras in the past two years of my cancer. So much money went into them and I can't believe that I might just leave it all behind.

We walk upstairs and into my room. I always smile whenever I walk into my room, it's so bright and colorful with its yellow walls.

I stalk over to the shelf where I keep my cameras and begin to rummage through them.

" I'm torn between the Nikon Coolpix and the Nikon P520. They both have amazing photos but ones smaller and ones bigger. What do you think?" I ask turning to mom.

" I would take the Nikon P520. You always say that ones your favorite." She smiles at me and I feel my heart ache. I know this trip hurts her more then it hurts me. This trip means so much to her, and I just keep complaining about it.

" Ok." I nod at her and place the camera in my suitcase.

I begin rummaging around the shelf some more, searching for the camera bag and strap.

" I always misplace the strap." I say as I dig the camera bag out of a pile of clothes. I don't know how it got there but it's probably better not to know.

" You always put them in a box in your closet." Mom smiles at me and walks over to my closet, pulling out a small cardboard box.

" Huh. Can't believe I forgot that." I take the box from her and search for the Nikon P520 strap.

After what seems like forever I pull the strap out of a tangled mess. I chuck the strap into my suitcase and let out a huge sigh.

" I don't want to do this..." I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling.

" It will be good for you."

" I know..."

" I know you don't like these boys but you have to give them a chance! They might not be as bad as you think."

" There's just WAY to many maybes in this situation mom... Maybe they'll be nice, maybe they won't. Maybe I'll live... Maybe I won't." I whisper that last part.

" Honey, I know you think that when the Make A Wish Foundation contacts you it means you're going to die, it doesn't. It just means your chances are higher and they want you to have your one last wish if you do die. So be happy honey, maybe this will be the best thing that has ever happened to you." I look over at her and see a glint in her eye.

I'm going to do this for her, because I love her more then anything.

" Okay. I will do this... But I can't promise I'll have fun." I give her a stern look.

She sucks in a breath and smiles at me, " Thank you."