Moms car stopped in front of the church and She got out and opened the trunk and got my oxegyn tank.
She helped me out of the car and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
She waved goodbye and added a sidenote,
"Make friends!"
Then I walked inside the church and their were chairs formed in a circle and in the corner of the room was a plate and a pitcher.
The plate had cookies.
The pitcher had lemonade.
Yum. Im getting me some of that.
I started slowly walking to it then I fast walked over to it.
I grabbed a plastic cup and the picther and poured lemonade.
I grabbed a napkin and picked out 4 perfect chocolate cookie.
I have this thing about me that I try to control, whenever I eat Im very,VERY! picky.
I can control it sometime but the other I just burst out and my picky side wakes up from its sleep.
I shoved the cookies into my mouth and started munching them like crazy with my mouth then I heard a small tap on my back.
Oh no.
Someone saw me eat.
EMBARESSING!
I slowly turned around still munching on the cookies.
In front of me was this handsome, no HOT guy.
He had bright blue eyes that were so bright I could almost see through them.
His hair was curly. Perfect curls. Almost look like he curled his hair.
His crooked smile was too good to be true.
He laughed alittle.
"Are you okay?"
I stood up straight.
"Fine."
He grabbed a napkin from the table and wiped the crumbs from my cheek.
"There. Now your fine."
He put on his crooked smile.
I smiled back and just stared.
Just stared.
Then his smile faded and he said.
"Um, I going to go sit down."
I patted my own shoulder like I have achieved something. But I put a sarcastic face.
He laughed then sat down.
I sat on the other side of the circle then him.
Then the leader Phillip sat on a chair in the middle of the circle.
"Hello everyone. Today Im here to talk with you guys about cancer. To express your feelings about it. Get as emotinal as you want, its okay. Most of you think. 'Aren't we supposed talk about something other than our cancer. Doesnt talking about it make us depressed?' No. Expressing your feelings are the best thing to do because when you do. You'll feel better. Trust me."
This was boring already. In the corner of my eye I could see the guy who talked to me earlier staring at me. Like actually staring at me!!! Not a wierd way. But like a 'omg she's pretty way.' He was also doing his most famous crooked smile.
"So let me introduce myself. Im Phillip Gry. Im 23 years old. Ever since the age of 19 Ive been diagnosed with cancer. Cancer for my leg. See."He rolled up his pants and there was a fake leg."
Everyone gasped. They acted like he was the only one in the world who had a fake leg.
Everyone in the circle but me and that guy who talked to me earlier gasped.
Phillip nodded then said."I was always bullied for this. Then one day my mom told me 'Phillip your going to go a support group.' I said 'mom thats boring. Who wants to go to a support group.' But she still made me. Then I went to it and expressed my feelings and all of my thoughts. It felt soo good.I wasn't depressed anymore. I felt like I belonged somewhere finally ever since I was diagnosed. Im gonna go around the circle and you guys have to introduce yourselfs.
It went all around then it got to the guy who talked to me earlier. I sat up and payed attention.
"Im Matt Fisher."
He stoped and looked at me with a crooked smile then continued.
"I was diagnosed with leg cancer at age 14."
Phillip smiled."Okay my pupil. Tell us how you are."
I finally knew what the guy who talked to me earlier's name was so now I didn't have to call him the guy who talked to me earlier anymore I could now call him Matt. Or Matthew. Whatever I want. Thats why I love people with two names. I dont know.. Mostly they are.. Interesting.
The group finally ended and it was time to go home I walked toward the door and reached my hand out to open it but then some thing grabbed my shirt.
I turned around and Matthew was there.
