My name is May.
I was titeled the outcast at my school.
But that name REALLY hit me when I found out I was diagnosed with cancer.
I was 12 years old. They told me it was cancer in my lungs. I was devistated of course.
Who wouldnt be?
So my mom took me out of school and put me in a cancer support group.
I have to go everyday.
"Caroline get up sweety."
Mom called from the living room.
me:"Mom. Im already up."
mom:"Well get ready!"
me:"Mom, Im almost finished with season 3 of pretty little liars!"
mom:"Your going to be late to your support group."
me:"I dont want to go to the support group."
By the time I said that she was in my room doorway.
"Sweety, I put you in that support group to express your feelings and they will support it. Trust me, its going to be okay."
I rolled my eyes then finally said. "Uggg, fine."
I slowly and lazily got out of bed.
I slipped into some saggy jeans.
They used to be skinny.
Now thier saggy.
I guess cancer lost me alottttttttt of weight.
I put on a faded pink t-shirt that said "welcome to hawaii" with flowers across the top.
My dad travels for a living.
So we barely get to see him.
I went on two or three of them with him.
One was hawaii.
Where I got my t-shirt.
Another was france.
Where I got a coral colored barett at.
Another was china.
Where I got this kinda dress overlay with chinese prints on them.
They were beautiful.
But I didnt really know what they meant.
I ate some cereal and grabbed my oxegyn tank to the side of me and continued on into my moms car.
