New Day

Chapter Four - The First Day

The next few weeks went by somewhat smoothly, but, I never told anyone about my cancer or why I was gone. Then it was summer and I could take my mind off things, except for dying of course. I woke up to something shaking me. Its probably an earthquake, I thought. Or, maybe this is what dying was, endless shaking until you're sent up to heaven. All these thoughts were running through my head until I heard my mother's voice, "Wake up sweetheart, its your first day of high school." Ughhh. Its couldn't be, I thought. When I finally came downstairs for breakfast, my bowl of cereal was waiting for me. After that I quickly got dressed, took the pain medication the Hospital finally provided for after countless hours of arguing with my parents, and grabbed my backpack.

On the bus ride to school all I could think about was all the questions my friends would have for me, and if they would even be my friends anymore. After I told everyone of my circumstances, Ruby asked me, "So are you going to have to like shave your head or something?" "No!" I said, laughing. Nobody else was laughing. I realized the room was dead silent. I felt alone, like I had felt a lot recently, nobody to turn to, not even my parents. Finally the teacher said, "Okay I think that's quite enough, thank you, Abigail, for sharing." I nod and sit back down, a look of depression written across my face.

Lunch wasn't any better. I was starting to face the reality that nobody wanted to be friends with someone that could die any second. I sat at a table by myself, and cried. People have always called me a crybaby, but now I really seemed like one. And who could blame them, they were right. I didn't eat anything that whole lunch, I just took a sips of water, than cried some more. Who cares if I die, I thought, nobody would miss me, not even my parents. Ever since I was diagnosed they saw me as more of a problem than a person. The rest of school was a blur, and I was glad.

When I got home my parents were still at work. Once they found out the cost of the operation, they each took an extra job. But one night after an exhausting day they decided it would be better to put it all into my college fund rather than saving their daughter's life. Once I found that out I didn't talk to them unless I had to, I just didn't want to be associated with anybody who would do that. Like I was saying, when I got home I turned on the TV and watched to cooking channel, which, made me really hungry. I got out some chocolate covered pretzels and ate to my heart's content.

When my parents got home I quickly rushed up to my room. Usually I would call my friends right now and tell them what a butthole my parents were being, but I didn't really have any friends. So, I did some thing I didn't normally do, scratch that, I never did, I pulled out a book and started reading. You may be wondering, if I never read why would I even have a book? Well, every Christmas my grandparents would get me a different classic, as they called it, though they weren't really books anybody else would consider a classic. I got out the book "My Sister's Keeper", and once i finished the first chapter I was hooked. Ughhh, I