Neurding With "U"

hard luck...

    I left home smiling since i'm going to that magical beautiful dream crusher morals killer place called sweet sweet school...

    The day was normal. Nothing much. I was leaving with mia and adam when my phone rang. It was mom.

"Lilo before you come grab the test results, we're showing them to the doctor this afternoon."
"Kay"
"Don't forget"
"I won't"

   It was a matter of minutes. Test results were given to me in a big paper envelope.

   I sat in the back of the car trying to open it. Curious mia took it from me and read it.

"Found anything interesting there?" *with a mocking tone*

She didn't say a word. Adam looked at her

"Mia what is it? Don't be dramatic now"

"Heyy my broken nails are drama.."

"You know you can put fake ones right?"

"Yeah i know"

" good don't try those you hands willl look like chicken legs"

"Hahh Like you know anything about those... anyway mia what's wrong?"

She finally said a word! "Nothing"

As we arrived home i got out of the car taking my test results with me.

Once at the door, i looked back to wave goodbye, all i saw was mia wispering something in adam's ear, and for some reason he put hit his face as if he knew hunger games were about to start.

They were too distracted to look at me so i just opened the door and waved the results in my hand.

"Maaa i brought the famous papers!"

"Go change. We're going now"

"I'm hungryyy"

"Macdonalds take away"

"Lol I wish i had to go there everyday"

"DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT"

okay that's a little strange... my mom never said anything like that. I think she's mad at our neighbour... her dog keeps peeing on the stairs.
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We arrived at the doctor's clinic. There were about 50 people. He must be good.

and seriously this was THE MOST BORING THING I HAVE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE  why the fuck do they give appointments if i'm going to wait there FOR A WHOLE HOUR reading a stupid fashion magazine published in 2001...

"Miss olivia smith, your turn" receptionnist's job all day...

We went in and the doctor keeps talking to me like i was a fucking 5 year old.
How's school? I bet you're great! Are they giving you much homework? How old are you cutie? Do you like cherry lollipops?

He stopped that tone when he knew i was 17. He took the tests and read them carefully over and over again. He wrote a few words in a terrible hand writing, took off his glasses, looked at the ground like his father was killed, then looked at my mom forcing words to come out of his mouth

"I'm a-afraid your daughter h-has leukemia.... blood cancer"

I thought he was joking... so i just screamed
"You can't fool me.. pfff.... leukemia.."

"There is chemical therapy. It's not the end of the road."

My mom started crying.

I felt a huge hand hitting me in the face forbidding me to talk. I know bad things happen. But cancer?

I know there is therapy. But how much chance do i have to live?

We all complain and say it's easier to die.

We all face bumps once in a while.

We all wish we could end our lives to be relieved.

But trust me it's hard to know that any day might be your fucking last. Once you face it. It wins.