Breathe Hope In Me

Chapter 1: Pizza and bleach don't go together

I didn't know I was sick, well who really knows? I was about 14 when I was diagnosed with cancer, at the time I was careless and spontaneous. I had come home from the last day of middle school and I felt free, I was invited to a whole lot of pool parties. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, my dads work always made us move all over the world. I never really had a stable home or even a best friend, but here in a small town located in Minnesota, I felt the indescribable feeling of home. I jumped out of my sister's small bug car and walked towards the front door, the door opened as soon as I walked up there and I was greeted by my mom. She had a black bob cut with brown streaks in it, she wore a pale blue romper with white toms. I looked into her hazel brown eyes and I smiled warmly, she then gave me a small sweet hug.

"Hi, baby! How are you! How was your day?" My mom said as I walked inside, my dog Eli ran towards me as if I was a turkey on Thanksgiving. He jumped on me and starting giving me wet kisses, I stepped away from him as he went to go attack my sister who had just walked in. My mom grabbed my backpack and placed it on the hanger in the kitchen. I followed her into the chestnut brown hallway which lead to the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't massive but, it wasn't so tiny as all of my family members could fit in there, which talking family I have three siblings. I leaned against the granite island in the middle of the kitchen, I started to feel a pain in my upper abdomen.

"You still haven't answered my questions poophead!" My mom spoke as she turned her head around to me, she was now at the stove getting dinner ready I suppose. My mom overuses that word and there's no stopping that.

"Well good I guess! I mean I just have this huge sunburn on my scalp but overall it went great!" I said shrugging, the sun burn was because the day before I went to a water park with my brother and I decided to try to get a tan. I mean I'm not pale or anything I'm pretty tan already, it was honestly an idiotic idea. My mom then moved me out of the way as she opened the fridge.

"Did you talk to Austin? His mom came over earlier and said that he didn't see you yesterday at school ." She said as she grabbed spinach from the fridge, she went back to her counter and started chopping it.

"I mean I saw him plenty of times, it's not my fault he's always hanging out with other girls all the time that he barely fucking spots me!" I said louder than my regular voice, Austin used to be my boyfriend and now my ex. He had this illusion that he and I should be friends again and that we shouldn't let our supposed "love" get in the way of life.

"Language Kinsley! Look I'm just saying you should at least try to get along with him! Your sister is getting married to his cousin for God's sake!" She said turning around to stare at me full on, her brown vicious eyes had always scared the shit out of me.

"I'm sorry okay! I mean I guess I have been avoiding him but it's just I think we just shouldn't rush into being friends yet! This summer I just don't want drama or anything! I'm 14 mom, I shouldn't have had a boyfriend! I just want to be a kid!" I said slamming my hand on the cold firm granite, she jumped at the sound of the hit. She turned around with a frown, then went back to her cooking. This meant that she didn't want to talk anymore so I got the message and tottered towards my room. It was left of the kitchen, right next to my brothers room who had been in there sleeping since 7:00 A.M. I opened my door and stepped inside my aesthetically pleasing little hobbit hole, the walls were pale pink covered with newspaper articles about controversial topics. I loved debate club and I couldn't wait to get into some real debates in high school. I laid on my snug black sheets and went on my iPhone, I strolled through my snapchat, Instagram, and Twitter finding nothing to my liking. The pain that was in my abdomen had not left so I decided to take some Ibuprofen for the pain and a nap just for the heck of it.