Love, Cancer, Me

Chapter 1

I hate Mondays. Whoever came up with school needs to die.

This does not work for me. Not one bit.

After turning my alarm clock off I get out of bed and stretch, letting out a big yawn before getting up and starting this miserable day they call "Monday".

Walking to the bathroom my 11 year old brother, Billy, runs by me kicking my legs .

"Watch where your going you little twerp!" I yelled after him. He turns around and sticks his tongue out at me. I roll my eyes and groan. Little kids.

Closing and locking the bathroom door, I turn on the faucet and turn the nob for a hot shower.

Climbing in I flinch from the hot water but quickly recover and let it relax my tense muscles.

Once I'm finished doing my shower routine I get out and wrap a towel around my small frame and one for my hair.

I walk to my closet and get out my chosen outfit for the day. I put on regular skinny jeans, a black "Rolling Stones" shirt in red lettering and tuck in the front of it.

Now doing my make-up, I try my best to make a smoky eye with a thin line of liquid eyeliner and gave myself a little wing. And as for my hair, well for my hair I did the normal everyday thing. pencil straight. My hair comes down to my waist and I love it!

"Faith hurry up! your going to be late!" my mother yells walking past my room.

I put my black Converse on, grab my phone and put it in my back pocket. I grab my books and out my room I go.

"Bye mom" I say giving my mom a hug and kiss on the check.

She smiles, "Bye sweetie."

I grab my keys and walk to my car so I can drive to school.

Blah.

I pull up into the schools parking lot. Reluctantly I get out of the car and starting walking across the street. Of course eyes are on me. People whispering to others looking and pointing at me. Ya not the best way to start off the day nor week.

I grip my books tightly and look down at the ground until I'm safely to my locker.

I put my stuff inside and keep the things I need for my first classes.

Shutting my locker I turn and the first person my eyes land on is,
Drew.

The most popular guy in school. He gets every girl he wants, whenever he wants. Don't get me wrong, he's beautiful. But cocky boys who think they are some type of god is personally not my type.

I look away before he can see that I'm looking and head to my first class.