A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 28: Invitation

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Violet's POV

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I'm currently sitting in the library with Isaac, finalizing the assignment of International Relations which is due tomorrow. It's the last hour of school on Tuesday, which both of us had free.

Last night, after Brad left, I quickly changed and then we went to the hospital. Aunt Kayla was not looking good. Her condition was getting worse even now when she's receiving chemotherapy. Her hair has all fallen out and she was pale, too pale to be considered human. She says that she doesn't have much time left. How would she know? Maybe she'd just start a miraculous recovery.

Is it wrong that I want her to get well? No. At least, I don't think so. But I don't want her to keep living in pain. That'd be selfish. Yes, I want to get to know her, to have a normal aunt-niece relationship, to give her the visits I never wanted to in the past, to get the love and attention a child is supposed to from his or her aunt. But her suffering is something I don't want to see. I want her to get better.

The doctors don't say such pessimistic things like my aunt, but they don't look much hopeful. Of course they won't say that. Duh. That'd cause them to loose a patient and the high bills the hospital is charging for chemotherapy.

"Violet?"

The voice broke through the depressing thoughts I was having.

"Huh? Why are you shouting at me, Isaac?" I gave him an unimpressed look.

He crossed his arms, "I'm not. I've called your name at least a hundred times. People are gonna get the wrong idea."

"Don't overexaggerate, dude," I said, purposely ignoring his last sentence, though it made me blush slightly. "Why were you 'calling my name'?"

He huffed, "I wanted to tell you that I am done. These prints are all sorted now."

"Oh, yes. I'll fill them," I said, taking the papers and pinning them together.

"So, Violet, I need to you come to my birthday party on this Saturday. Will you?" he asked hesitantly.

"Uhm, I don't know. So many people would be there and I won't know any of them," I said, fumbling with the papers in my hands.

"Oh don't worry. You only turn eighteen once: so I have invited everyone from school and also a bunch of others," he grinned mischievously and in that moment, looked so young.

"That was very . . . reassuring."

"I know," he chirped. "So will you come?"

"Since it's your birthday," I drawled.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

"September 26th, huh?" I asked while putting the completed assignment file away.

"Yup. It's at my place." he grinned, "I'll text you the address later."

"Okay," I said, packing my belongings.

Now I have to think about what to get him for his birthday. And frankly speaking, I don't know much about him or what he likes, which is why I'd have to ask Kate or Brad. They may or may not know that, but it never hurts to try.

It was almost time for the bell to ring and signal the end of the day, when we said our goodbyes and went on our own ways after reassuring each other that we'll continue to be friends. I walked to my locker and took all the books I'll be needing to do my homework.

After that I walked to the parking lot to wait for Brad. This reminds me that when he picked me up this morning, it wasn't awkward or anything, despite him having to greet my parents. I realized that I was a fool to even worry about it, because my parents quite like him. I had forgotten that they had met before.