Have Marcy

CONDITION

"Bye mom" I say as I closed the car door and make my way towards my friends.

"Hey ladies, what's up?" they smile as they realized I'm next to them.

"Nothing much" they replied as we turned and head towards our lockers (which are conveniently right next to each other) to collect books for our first three classes Maths, Geography and Biology which we all have together.

I have all the same classes with Hope, who is my best friend, she has extremely curly, brown, shoulder length hair which she hates, big, black doe eyes and a heart shaped face.
We have been friends since fourth grade when I pushed down Marsha Bailey (who is now the schools slut) because she tried to take my my pizza pencil and Hope started laughing like a cat on crack and high five me, since then we have been stock at the hips.

As for Faith and Joy, we met in sixth grade the day before I found out about my ......... condition.They transferred and came in on the same day, so they met in the principal's office and became friends. Then Hope and I bumped into them, got to talking and found out they were new so we invited them to sit with us at lunch and we bonded over our love for music.

We are seated at the back of the class because our maths teacher Ms. Hamilton has a breath that burns nose and curls toes or can make an onion cry. She is a fat,short,dark skin lady who loves to wear clothes one size to small for her.

Fifteen minutes into Hamilton's algebra lesson and the door flies open with a loud bang that cause the entire class to jump an look in that direction. In walks Marcus Clouse , William Luther High School's very own rebel. He is tall and well muscled, sparkling, grey eyes that makes him look innocent even though he's not and his curly, brown hair that makes you feel like frolicking in it forever.  In all he is drop dead gorgeous but also a little creepy, well to me at least, because since sixth grade he's been giving me this look, like he's waiting for me or he knows something. It's creepy as hell.

"Why are you late Mr. Clouse?" she ask. He rolled his eyes and said "I had a meeting Hami" the class gasped." Detention Mr. Clouse." He shook his head, look her up and down and smirked"so desperate to get me alone." he said and went to his seat.

After forty five minutes of Hamilton showing her love for numbers, the bell rings.

Geography went by quickly and we are now halfway through Biology when I started feeling  sick. The symptoms are coming back again. I have to wait until class is over (Mr.Rampersad never lets anyone out his class). I'm looking at the clock and getting sicker by the minute. I need to take my meds and adjust my tube machine, just two more minutes.

"Mercy are you okay?" I turned to see hope giving me a worried look.
"Yeah I'm fine" I lied.
"Are you sure because your really pale and sweating a lot"
"Yeah I'm good it's just really hot in here."
"Okay" she says looking at me unbelievingly and the bell goes off.
I get up with all the strength in me and try to act as normal as possible until I reach a bathroom stall.

I lock the stall door and immediately collapse on the toilet. I have to pull myself together and move quickly, I have twenty minutes until Hope comes in to get me. She is waiting outside for me so we could have lunch.
I take out my water bottle and take my medication, then I take out the small machine I hide under my clothes, press the reverse button and put it back under my clothes.

The machine helps me breath, it regulates and filters the air and sends it straight to my lungs. Instead of having tubes in my nose all the time like Hazel from the fault in our stars, mine is on my chest.
My doctors came up wit this one jus for me so it's easier to hide so I can at least pretend to be normal and have a normal life.

We are sitting at our table in the cafeteria and the girls are talking about Marsha the school slut.

"I saw her at the water park on Saturday,she was hooking up with some guy at the back of the showers." Joy says with a disgusted look on her face.

"But isn't she with Marcus?" asked a confused Faith.

I roll my eyes and say " you guys act surprised, the girl's like those electronic doors they have at stores, you just walk in herP direction and her legs open." They burst out in laughter.

"But I don't think Marcus and her are together, I think she's just a booty call." Hope answers Faith's question still laughing slightly.

As we talk and laugh about weird random things I look at my friends. Faith with straight, blonde waist length hair, long eyelashes and full pink lips. Joy has straight ,brown hair , high cheek bones and perfectly shaped eyebrows.

I wish I was like them,not a care in the world. They get to have fun, experience love,college,marriage, kids and all these other things that I won't. I might not even live to see college and it kills. I mean I get to so jealous that sometimes I wish it was on of them with my condition. I know it's wrong but I can't help it. I can't do anything fun, can hardly climb the step to go to my room. It's a fight every morning,most times I don't even sleep with the symptoms I already have. Don't even get me started with the ones that come  with most of my medication. Its just hard.