Cancer Girl

prologue

prologue

(3 years before)

Cheyanne's Story

"I am not going to find out what my zodiac is." I tell Emmy. She sighs. "Pleaaase?" My best friend pleads.

We were in front of a fortune teller place, well, Emmy's favorite place. She has an obsession with zodiacs. We've been here so many times we're friends with the fortune teller lady!

Emmy huffs. "C'mon. Do it for me?"

I huff back. "No."

"Please?"

"Stop, I'm not going to do it."

"It's just to find out your zodiac. Nothing else, no fortunes, just zodiacs. Do it for me?"

"I told you no."

"Hey, if I say yes would you stop bothering me with this?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good, because we look stupid arguing about this. Let's go then."

Emmy squeals, and pushes me into the fortune teller place. "Hi Jasmine!" The lady, Jasmine, looks up form her desk. "Hello Emmy, Cheyanne." I nod and Emmy grins. "Chey wants her zodiac."

My jaw drops. "Nu uh. You basically made me." She shrugs, and Jasmine chuckles a little. "Well, follow me."

She leads me into the little room, and right before I enter, I stick my tongue out to Emmy. She just grins and waves.

I enter the room, and my eyes widen. Emmy was right, the room was beautiful. Maroon walls with beads scattered, dark purple and blue rugs, and just as pretty as you would imagine it. There was a table in the middle, and two chairs.

"Well, what are you waiting for and sit down." I blush and sit across from her. "So, I'm guessing you were forced, after Emmy told me." I nod and slouch on the chair. "Yup, I'm not much of a 'finding out what your zodiac' person."

Jasmine laughs and nods. "Now Cheyanne, give me your hand." I held my hand out and she starts tracing on it. I just sat there, in the comfortable chair, feeling really uncomfortable.

I just stare at the room, until she finishes. "Ok." I put my hand back in and I look at her. "So, what's that so called zodiac that I have?"

She hands me a card and I burst out laughing. The card said 'Cancer', and the traits were that I'm maternal, domestic, and nurturing to others. Plus I wear my heart on my sleeve and have long term memory. Basically I'm nice, and crabby. Yeah.

Jasmine takes the card awat from me. "Well, ok then." I stop laughing. "Well, I am not maternal, domestic, and nutruring to others, which I don't know what that means. And, I am not nice and have long term memory. Plus, zoediacs are baed off birthdays, so this can't be real."

Emmy comes in. "Sorry Jasmine, I know I'm not supposed to be here, but, what's your zodiac?" I sigh. "I'll tell you soon Em, now leave." "Now leave." she mimics and goes back.

I sigh. "Sorry." Jasmine laughs. "I'm used to that." I laugh. "Anyway, this is suprising." I nod. "Yeah. I AM NOT A NICE PERSON!" I shout. "Sh." "Sorry."

"So, basically my zodiac is wrong?" I ask. Jasmine shakes her head. "It's right. You just haven't figured it out yet." She stands up and my jaw drops. "What?! What am I supposed to fudging figure out?" I run/follow her outside, with Emmy on her phone.

She looks up. "Oh hey Chey, I just saw you 5 seconds ago." I find Jasmine and march up to her. "Jasmine, what do you mean?" She just sighs. "Cheyanne, you need to figure it out on your own. Be lucky, you're special."

I grin a bit then remember what I was mad about. "Stop changing the subject! I need to know." Emmy grabs my arm. "Hey, we'll see you soon Jasmine. Bye!"

Jasmine waves and goes back to reading her book, while I still glare at her. "Let's go." I sigh and nod. As we walk back home, I look at Emmy. "This is why I don't like fortune tellers."

Emmy just laughs.

Bryan's Story

The day after my 12th birthday, I was diagnosed with cancer. Not lung cancer, not eye cancer, just cancer. You're probably thinking, how's it like? Well, it's worse than anything you could imagine. Pains in any part of your body, headaches, and it's just so painful.

Even worse, I can't play soccer anymore because of this! The day after my birthday will be the day I'll hate for the rest of my life.

My dad signed me up in this group for cancer patients, and they're like the support group from The Fault In Our Stars. That book just knows how having cancer is awful. Except that I'm not going to Amsterdam and I don't have my own Hazel Grace.

It's every Friday, after school. All the kids treat me like I'm endangered, so do the teachers. Ok, I get it that I have cancer, but stop treating me like this.

Justin, my best friend, had a sister who had cancer. She died last year, and it was pretty awful. She was very nice, and before I got diagnosed and she died, she told me to never give up.

So my life is full of cancer. Why me though? My mom died because of lukemia, and now I got cancer. Does disease run through the family?

"Bryan, let's go." my dad tells me. It was Friday, and it was time to go to the support group. I sigh and nod. We go into the car and drive over to the church where it's located.

I get out of the car and my dad calls out to me. "Just have fun." I continue walking. How am I supposed to have fun?

I sigh. The same routine ever since I was diagnosed.

"Bryan!"

I turn around. It was Mikayla, one of the patients in the support group. She was diagnosed with Lymphoma when she was 22 months old. Her story was that she has a 50-50% percent chance of living. She was two years older than me, and sometimes acts like a sister.

"Hi." I wave to her. She coms to me. "How's life being sick?" she asks. I shrug. "Get depression a lot." Mikalya laughs. "One of the many side effects of dying." I smile a bit. One of the parts of TFIOS.

"So," I begin. "Let's go?"

A/N Prologue! This story talks about how they got cancer, but the story will be narrated by Cheyanne. Sorry if it's short though! Thanks for reading! :)