The boys and girls club was the same. The nice girl beating all the boys at table hockey, her cousin having a fit because no one can win against her. One of the staff secretly giving out some snacks. Heck, even people were playing dodgeball in the gym. But Daisha was having none of it right now. Daisha had this disease. It was something like she was gonna die soon if she did something that used a lot of energy or something. Similar to asthma, but deadlier. All the staff knew about it. They made sure to keep her going slow and steady. Daisha walked over to Mike, who was in the kitchen, watching over everyone's lunches and snacks. For some reason, he was trusted in there, even though he's only a child. Daisha told him that she was getting bored, then he said you can go play table hockey, which is her best, but least favorite thing there. She ran over there but Elijah -the cousin of the nice winner chick- beat her to it. This other dude was playing against said winner chick. But left when she got there. Daisha gets super competitive at this game, even though her hard blows don't use her energy, surprisingly. Later, after the 'she tried hard but failed in the end anyway' game, These red headed twins came along and with them, they brought a tall, dark, purple haired girl named Betty. She looked mean. A random uncaring bystander named Alicia asked Betty why she was here. Her answer wasn't very audible. She asked for our -Alicia and/or mine- phones so she could supposedly call her mother. They both said that we didn't have ours. For one, there are a lot of thieves here, and second, if she really did want to call, she would've used the main phone. She gave this 'mmhm' like a mom does when a child is lying. She then walked to the gym. Daisha used a remote controlled helicopter, or something of that sort, to watch Betty. She looked like an idiot. She was on all fours like a dog. "Little bitch" Daisha accidentally bickered. The microphone was on and Betty heard her. Betty took a good look at the helicopter as it retreated towards her. As it came back, she followed it, slowly. It came into the room Daisha was in. Betty came, too. She looked at Alicia and was about to punch her. Alicia, on the other hand, was already laying on another pool table accompanied by a pillow from the couch she was sitting on. 'Don't touch me or you'll die' Alicia's face screamed at her. Betty walked over to Daisha. Alicia lied back down on the table. She was absent-mindedly facing away from them. Betty raised her hand, and punched Daisha in the face. She started to tear up, but tried to land a blow back at her face. She missed. She hit her again. This time, Daisha try to kick her in the crotch. Daisha, once again, missed. Betty grabbed a remote, then my leg. "If you wanna know how to fuck with people, I'll show you right now." Daisha squirmed away from the rather large, intimidating remote. She was scared. Scared because she'd lose-actually let's skip why she's scared. Daisha got out of her grasp as Betty fell on the floor from her wiggling. They both got up, Daisha a little bit before Betty. Betty was twice her size, so when she was in the midst of getting up, Daisha punched her in the face as hard as she could. As soon as her punch impacted Betty's face, Daisha felt something in her heart go SNAP! And she knew what it was. Tears uncontrollably ran down her face as she ran towards Mike. "Mike!' Daisha yelled through tears. He saw her crying and came over to comfort her. He was like the dad she never had. "She broke me, Mike!" Daisha screamed as she started crying into his shirt. He patted her back and said "It'll be okay." Mike tried not to cry with Daisha. She'd known him for about 8 years now, and they've grown a family-like relationship. It broke Mike's heart to know what was happening. And Daisha knew it wasn't okay. She knew she was going to die soon. She didn't know that she was gonna die right there, in his arms. And Mike couldn't stop himself from crying when she did.
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