Living on a Hope

Hi, everyone. This is another story I had to write for school. I hope you like it. I am thinking of turning this story into a romance. I would love for your feedback on this topic. I may post a chapter that's romantic at the end as a special chapter. If I do, be on the lookout. I put myself into writing this as some of my friends said so. :)

The cover is made by IsaSecret. She's a great cover maker. Her forum to order book covers is City Night Covers.

On the side is a picture of the celeb I have to play Nash. His name is Bruno Gagliasso, he's a Brazilian actor. He's not that famous here in the US but he's still really good-looking. :)

I dedicated this to JordieXx because I love her writing and her stories. If you haven't read any of her works then go check her out. Besides she was one of the first couple of authors I found and love on here when I first started. Thanks JordieXx for your great stories!

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The lights were so bright they hurt my eyes. The room was white and sterile like all hospitals, the gloomy rooms with just one window for sunlight.

The doctor stepped up in front of me as I lie on the gurney in this stupid hospital outfit.

He brought his needle to my arm to see my marrow, to see if I'm diagnosed or not. I really hope not.

I was scared out of my mind. Here I am 6 years old and laying on a gurney to see if I am 100% healthy.

"I am going to go to the lab and see if you're healthy or not," Dr. Steve said.

Since I wasn't allowed to get up from my "bed" or leave the room, I just laid there daydreaming, thinking about how my life would be if I wasn't 100% healthy and if I was healthy. My life would be wonderful.

Hours later the doctor came back in. "I am so very sorry to tell you this but you are not 100% healthy." With that he brought this needle up to my heart and inserted it into me. The last thing I heard or saw was Mom and Carrie. They were telling me "that this was for the best and that I would be fine. I would go to heaven." Then I instantly fell into the black abyss that was...

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I sat upright in a scare with a scream on the tip of my tongue. Mom and Carrie burst into my room just then.

"Are you okay?" Carrie asked already knowing what happened. Thank god for twin telepathy, it really comes in handy.

"What's wrong, darling? Was it another nightmare?" Mom asked giving me a hug.

I took a deep breath and then let it out. "It was a nightmare about when I was first diagnosed," I told them.

Their eyes widened. Then comes the apologies. They were babbling nonsense as I sat there in bed looking out my window, thinking about my life.

Starting at the beginning my name is Tia Walker. My mom is Tammy Walker and my sister is Carrie Walker. My father, I don't know him except that his name is John Walker.

I am 18 years old with brown curly hair. It's not outrageously curly but wavy with a curl here and there. I have green eyes. Carrie looks just like me, of course she does. We are identical twins. Only there is a difference.