Marina's POV-
Walking through high school hallways are my idea of hell. I mean, why would you want to be pointed at, and looked at like a piece of meat? At least the looks of sympathy for my deceased mother has stopped. I mean that was almost 6 years ago. The 6 year anniversary is in two weeks exactly, March 17th. I still remember my mother softly caressing my tear stained cheeks as she took her last few breaths. The last time I saw her crystal blue eyes, and the smooth curves of her normally rosy cheeks. I inherited those strikingly blue eyes, and the prominent cheeks. We could've been sisters, both standing at 5'2 1/2 with the hourglass figure and the dark reddish brown hair.
She was my best friend, and now as I stand holding my breath in the hallway I realize I can't remember her voice. I remember the softness when she talked, but I don't remember the unique English accent that she carried with her. We moved from England, to Folsom California because my mother needed treatment, and it was located in Sacramento.
I was 9 years old when we made the move, my mother had just been diagnosed with stage 2 Breast and Ovarian cancer. The day she was diagnosed my natural positivity disappeared, leaving me angry and bitter. How could this happen to her? She was such an amazing and beautiful soul, why her? She fought for 3 long and body draining years, before the murderer inside her won the battle and took her heartbeat as if it were nothing.
Oh my gosh, marina breathe. Breathe. In and out. In.... And then everything went black.
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Teen FictionMarina lost her mother at the age of 12 to cancer. Her mother and her had a tradition, every weekend they would go on the roof and sit and look at the clouds. They talked of the faces and the stories they told just by watching. Lillia wouldn't let t...
