I felt the cool refreshing water on my body and at once I was relieved of today's shocking events.
I grabbed the dented shampoo bottle, squirted a glob of Herbal Essence into my palm, and
lathered it through my wet blonde hair. I sighed, thinking of what I would look like with out hair, I shuddered at the thought.
I yanked the lever to off, pulled the shower curtain away and stepped out of the shower. I quickly
grabbed my orange towel and wrapped it around my now shivering body. I felt so cold, I screamed
like a 4 year old, "Mom, help, Antarctica, it's cold" I managed between shivers. "Sweetheart, I put
the thermostat on 82 this morning, you insisted, remember?" She asked. "No I don't, now please
turn the heat up, please?" I pleaded. I heard her rush up the stairs, we almost never use the stairs,
were too lazy, we use the elevators most of the time, it's slower but you can sit on them and relax.
Mom barged through the door, unasked, and turned her head so I could hastily shimmy my robe on.
She turned back and hugged me, and at once I was warm. She handed me my old foot warmers,
and I quickly dressed them onto my feet, I was relived one again. "Better?" She asked. She waited
for an answer. "Scar? You okay?" She said with a worried tone in her voice. "Yah,yah I just forgot
the foot warmers have built in massagers, ahhh." I said between vibrates. My mom stated laughing really hard, but I think she was trying to comfort herself because she started to shed tears, I hugged her. She left without a sound.
I shivered to my room, right across the hall from my bathroom. I shed my robe and put my
pajamas on, floral gray polyester pants from Target and a cream tank top from Forever 21.
I checked my iPhone to see if Mark had texted me. 34 messages?? I quickly opened iMessage, he
had texted, "Are you okay?, Where are you?, Answer me!" over and over again. I smiled and texted him back, "yah I'm fine." I knew I lied but I knew telling over text would make him question, so I'll save it for tomorrow.
I quickly rushed to the middle of the hall pressed the bright red down button,
and waited impatiently for the elevator to rise out of its sleep, I haven't been been home in 3 days
since I've been staying at the hospital, waiting for Dr. Stan to diagnose me with something. It was
taking forever so I thought about pressing the other button for the other elevator, but it finally
arrived.
The doors opened with a "bing". I walked on to our elevator, pressed level 3 (our kitchen area) and felt the normal vibration of the elevator going down. I sat down on the plush leather seats and relaxed for a moment. A few seconds later the elevator opened to our kitchen. I stepped out of the elevator and started for the freezer, a good Blue Bell ice cream would calm my senses I thought. I stepped across the hard cedar wood floor.
On my way the freezer I passed by the computer room noticing that the computer was on, I looked and it was on Skype. Skyping Nicolas Detwild it read. "Oh My..." I gasped. I pressed the name and my long lost father who I thought died trying to capture a lion in Africa 10 years ago when I was 7 years old showed up on the screen. That was his job, he was a scientist who caught exotic animals and put trackers on them and let them free so they could be filmed on the National Geographic
show "Wild Africa".
I yelled, "Mom get in here right now!" "Whaa?" She asked. I could tell she was doing yogi on the
yoga level(level 5 of the house) from her relaxed tone of voice. "Coming!" She yelled back. She
must have remembered my condition. I heard the faint "bing" of the elevators, the hum of the
elevators and Mom singing to herself stressfully. While I was waiting I stared at the moving man
who I thought died 10 years ago who was now on my computer humming a little song while
looking at me awkwardly.
"Um...hi." I stammered with an awkward tone. "Hey my little Scar!! What's up?" He said. I didn't
have the slightest idea why he was being so casual. I haven't seen him for 10 years for crying out
loud!
Mom got to the door, a frantic look in her face, she felt for her computer room key in her pockets.
She found it and quickly swiped her card. She bounded in and gently felt my head, "I'm fine mom," I said. "Then why-" she was cut off when she saw her husband, who had been lost for so long right there in front of her eyes.
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One Month
Teen FictionWhen 18 year old Scarlet Detwild gets diagnosed with fatalistic leukemia, she only has one month to live, she is determined to make her life count and to do all of the things she's ever wanted to do. But when her boyfriend insists that she's fine an...