I love my parents so much. I don't act it but I do, even though they treat me like I'm still a child. They mean everything to me, and they help me with my illness. My dad hates going out ever since we found out, about me. He's a celebrity for goodness sake! Go out, make movies, and live your life! I hate holding them back. But the rare occasion that they go out, they are always back before 8:00. To help me with my medication, or to help me dress myself in my prescription sleepwear. But it's easy to do both, they just worry that I'll die when they're gone. They obliged a bit easier once they heard that Garrett would be here to call if something happened. My life is difficult. With one friend, and over 300 fans. I've been voted Class President and voted most famous kid in my sophomore class. I'm very upset because I made enemies, I 'stole Class President' from people who 'deserved it more than I did'. I hate how people think that I'm stealing things from them and that I'm flaunting my parent's fame for my own. So, I hate school, and the weekend is my favorite. I should stop complaining because I go to school at the most: 3 days of the week. I should love school compared to the hospital rooms, but I hate both the same.
I will be posting my stories every Tuesday, so check out my other stories! ~Missrynn
