PAISLEY
I've already accepted the fact that I'm dying. I did everything I could to make the last four months of my life to be the best ones.
They were.
My name is Paisley Archer, and I am ready to die.
As I sit here, patiently waiting for death to come and take me, Doc walks into the room with a smile on his face.
Really? Witnessing a teenager die brings you joy? Why the hell are you smiling?
"Paisley! I've got good news!" He cheers.
I roll my eyes and fold my arms over my chest.
"What could be possibly better than dying?" I ask, mimicking his cheerful voice.
"Not dying!"
I scrunch up my face in confusion and let out a deep breath. "What did you just say?" I ask him impatiently.
"Looks like you're not dying today Paisley!" He says happily.
Not dying 'today' but I'm still going to die. Is that really good news?
"What the hell are you saying?" I spat out harshly.
"You have four more months left to live! Your white blood cell count has gone up! It's a miracle."
Miracle?
Are you kidding me?
It's not like I want to die but seriously? Now I have to go through those four months all over again.
My life is truly a roller coaster.
"Fuck you," I blurt out and walked away.
I kind of feel sorry for him but what can I say? I'm a seventeen year old girl who can't keep her dirty mouth shut. I am done going to these lousy check ups when I'm clearly just wasting my time. Every minute I spend in that hospital is a minute wasted, from my renewed four months.
I text my mom and tell her to meet me in the car. I also inform her that I will not be dying today.
I walk out of the hospital doors and search for my mother's car.
It didn't take long to find, due to the loud Bon Jovi music resounding in the parking lot. I instantly knew that that was my mom's music playing since she listens to it day and night. I silently smile at the thought and immediately run up to her black Toyota mini van.
When I finally reach the car, she lowers the music as she sees me approach her. I opened the passenger door and slid inside in one swift movement.
"How was it honey?" She asks worriedly.
"I'm not dying today I guess," I say nonchalantly and shrug.
Her face brightens with happiness and relief. "Oh that's good news!"
"No it's not," I mutter quietly under my breath, as she begins to pull out of the parking lot.
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Wasted Time
Teen Fiction"You're dying," he says, "You have at least 4 months." I know I'm supposed to be sad or cry but instead I say, "Oh cool." Paisley Archer is dying from cancer. She has four months to do all the things in life she hasn't done. But four months la...
