*2 months later*
"I hate all these people staring at you," Hanna said, as we walked through the mall. It has been 2 months since we got the news, and the chemo has already taken it's toll. Most of my hair is gone, there are scars on my hands, and my mouth tastes liked metal.
"You think I don't?" I adjusted the scarf on my head.
"Why don't we go see if we can pick you out a dress for homecoming?" Hanna said, locking her arm with mine.
"No, Han. I can't do this," I say, stopping dead.
"Come on, you promised to shop with me,"
"Mommy, what happened to that girls hair?" a little boy said, pointing at me.
"Justin, it's not polite to point," said the mom, giving me a small, sad smile.
"As if the stares weren't enough. Can we go home now?" I asked, looking at Hanna.
"Yeah. Look, Aria, I'm really sorry," she said, locking armsa with me again.
"It's not your fault. I can't help that I'm sick,"
"I just had an awesome idea. All the girls, my house, chick flicks and popcorn. Yeah?" Hanna said, stopping me.
"Yeah. Sounds good,"
***
Hanna and I drove to Spencer's house to pick her up, "Wanna go in?" Hanna asked.
"Yeah, I'll go," I said, hopping out. I opened the door and walked in, "Spence?"
"Kitchen!" she called.
"Shh, Spence! I'm on the phone!" I heard Mrs. Hastings say. I laugh and walked to the kitchen, "Alright, send it to the office. Aria, honey, you look great!"
I sigh, "Thanks Mrs. Hastings. I'm here to abduct you," I say, turning to Spencer.
"Oh, sounds fun. Where are we going?" she said, sounding excited.
"All of us, Hanna's, chick flicks and popcorn," I said, "Say yes. You now you want to say yes,"
"All right. Sounds like fun," she said.
"Great, let's go. Hanna's waiting in the car," I said, pulling her with me.
"Time to go get Emily," Hanna said when we got in the car. We drove to Em's ouse, and we all walked in.
"Hi girls!" Mrs. Fields said when we walked in, "Aria, you look great!"
"Thanks," I huffed.
"Aria? You okay?" Emily asked.
"Ha, no. I'm getting sick and tired of people telling me that I look great, when I know I don't. I don't need everyone's sympathy," I said, plopping down on the couch. I can't take it. Why me?
