The diagnosis

"Come on Andy! We have to get to school!" My friend, Melody yelled from the door of my house. "Coming!"

I replied as I finished applying a small amount of mascara to my eyelashes. I dashed to the front door and jumped into the car that Mel was starting. We raced off to school.

We were both in grade 12 and both had our licenses but as my best friend, Melody knew me better than anyone. Therefore she knew my secret of hating to drive. I felt that it was just too much pressure for me. The thoughts of being responsible for the lives of others. I honestly didn't care about mine, but the possibility of kill in someone else in a car crash scared me to death.

Mel pulled into a parking spot and we walked to our side-by-side lockers. We had been pretty lucky to have lockers so close to each other. As we walked through the halls everyone said hello to us, we'll to melody at least. Mel was the most popular girl in school, and yet I, a complete loner who loves to read, was her best friend. Everyone talked to me and seemed to like me, but I pushed everybody away. It was just something I did.

I slightly rubbed my itchy eye. Man do I hate to wear makeup. There was a couple of minutes until the bell rang and people were starting to group around Melody and I. I took that as a cue to leave and said a quick bye to my best friend. She nodded but her eyes looked slightly sad. I walked slowly to the library, not feeling the greatest.

It killed me to feel like I didn't belong anywhere. Sure some people said that I was popular, but it didn't feel like it. I'm in grade 12 the supposedly best year of your life. Nothing is that great about it. I hate everyone and it seems like they hate me too. I honestly don't get the point to school. I mean I would live to learn by myself.

I walked into the school library and said hi to Janet the librarian. I came in here a lot when I was too overwhelmed by the people trying to become friends with Melody. I sat down in a chair, took a deep breath, pulled out a book and began to read. The bell rang shortly after and I found my way to class. I sat down in my regular seat and just before the late bell ran the 'popular' group, including Melody came in and took their seats.

Melody sat beside me and looked at me curiously. I forced a smile at her, still not feeling quite the greatest.

After class I avoided Melody, I wasn't feeling well enough to deal with the heard of people that always followed her. I hid in the library most of the day. After the last bell rang, I went out to wait for Mel at her car. I knew she would probably be a while because she always had a lot of socialising to do after school. I leaned against the car, utterly spent, and waited impatiently for Melody. She came two minutes later.

"You were fast today." I noticed with a smile. "You didn't look so good in first class and because I didn't see you the rest of the day I was worried." She studied my face. I ducked my slightly sore head and got into the now unlocked vehicle. The first thing melody did once the car was started was she started the stereo and plugged in her iPod. She turned her music all the way up and pressed play on something I imaged to be rap or hip hop. i groaned internally. i have a lot of music I don't like, but i don't complain. On the first note I instantly knew what song it was. I turned my wide eyes to Melody and grinned widely. Mel smiled at my sudden happiness and began driving out of the parking lot. The song she was playing was one of my favourites, the best song ever. i started dancing in my seat wildly and smiling like an idiot. Mel laughed at me the entire way to my house. One direction was my absolute favourite band of all times. They saved my life many times when I had almost lost hope in keeping my life. I always had weird dreams of meeting them and dating Harry. But I knew that was never going to happen.

Melody knew about my love for them and what they've done for me. She knows that I wish I could date Harry. She also know everything I feel about guys and me feeling forever alone. I'm pretty sure she knows me better than anyone, even me. stopped outside of my house and I got out with a groan. "I'll call you later, I might not go to school if I still feel like this." She nodded. Her face still worried. "I'll be fine!" I said. I was into my house and shut the door, locking it behind me.

"I'm home!" I yelled into the house, waiting for my parents to answer. "Ok sweetie." My mum yelled back. "Dinner will be ready soon." She continued. "Ok!" I replied. I went up to my room that was filled with One Direction posters. I turned on my star lights that surround my room and jumped onto my bed. I grabbed my soft One Direction pillow and snuggled with it. I began to wonder what it was like to have a boyfriend. That's right, most people don't know this, well anyone other than Melody doesn't know that I have never had a boyfriend. Grade 12 and never had a boyfriend or never been kisses. It is quite depressing.

I went to bed early, and texted Mel that she wouldn't need to pick me up for school. She responded with a quick 'feel better <3'. I fell asleep quickly and woke up groggy, hurting, still not feeling right, and slightly confused. I looked at my clock and it was 3Pm. Oh my god how did I sleep that long? I got up and jumped into the shower. I didn't feel hungry so I just sat on the couch and put Toy Story on. My mom walked in the door. "Mom, I'm not feeling any better." Her eyebrows creased and she picked up the car keys that she just put down. "Let's go to the doctor." I groaned and got up, not bothering to go change.

Next thing I knew, I was sitting in a bright doctors office in a pair of black sweats that were plain and a blue tank top. The doctor asked a lot of questions that I looked to my mom to answer. I blurred through most of the process, not remembering much. All of a sudden the doctor is signing a paper to get blood work done. I groan and go sit in the waiting room for blood work. I pushed my tears back. I hate needles. A couple of tears fell as they were taking the blood, but I tried to be brave. Melody usually is always with me for needles to give me support. She's seen me cry so much. I got home and went to sleep after telling Mel I wasn't going to school again. I slept until about 2:30pm again. I came down stairs to hear someone crying and talking. I glanced down at my sweats and tank top and nervously glanced in a mirror at my messy bun. As I peaked in the mirror I noticed that I was pale, and sick looking. I shook my head and continued walking. I turned the corner to see my mon with her head in her hands and my brother whispering to her why rubbing her back.

"What's wrong mom?" She started crying. My brother got up and hugged me. My anxiety immediately died down in the comfort of my big brother's arms. "We have to go to the hospital." He said and pulled me to the car. I felt confusion pass through me as I sat down. We drove off by ourselves. "Isn't mom coming?" I asked. "She will meet us there in a bit." We walked into a big hospital in Vancouver and Kay went to talk to someone. My brother came back with a nurse and brought me to a room with a cot. I took a seat on the cot. Kay sat beside me. A doctor walked in a couple of minutes later. "How are you feeling, Andy is it?" I nodded. "I'm not feeling the greatest." I said honestly. He nodded and wrote something down on a clip board. "Well I'm going to come out an say it. Your tests returned and there was a not the best result. I'm sorry to tell you this Andy, but you tested positive for Cancer."