dear diary
this is my thirty-second week in high school and i'm in pain.
the last time I went to school in a wheelchair, I also did the same this time around.
the scary news is that scott will teach me to dance for Christmas prom.
which sounds impossible.
but he didn't mind it.
and carried me the whole time.
scott: see you are doing well!
me: i wish i could hit you now but i can't lift a finger!
scott: is that so? I think you can do more than that!
me: you are teasing me! it's your luck that i'm dying!
scott: dying of cancer can't stop me and you know that
me: and what does?
scott: dying of cancer after dancing
me: then i want to dance myself cancer-free
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
