Seven Days

Chapter Three

Day One

As I wake up, I remember that this is the first day of the seven days. When this day ends, I’ll have six days left then. I hope my doctor’s wrong though. I hope I’ll end up having ten, or more, days. I hope so. I really don’t want to die as early as Wednesday. I mean it’s Thursday, and today is day one. My doctor said it would take a miracle for me to live until next Thursday, but I would give anything just to live until next Thursday. I would.

Anyways, when I go down the stairs, I notice my mom in the kitchen. I notice Dad sitting on one of the matching chairs of the kitchen table. I also notice my dad wearing only a shirt and pajamas. Wait, what? Am I blind? Usually, Dad goes to work before I wake up. I usually only see Dad at night, not in the morning. I shake my head in disbelief. This is not true. I gotta sit down. I go to the kitchen to sit on the kitchen table’s chair.

“Good morning, honey,” says Dad. Okay, he is real. He can speak. This is not a dream. Obviously.

“Good morning, Alexandra,” says Mom.

“Good morning, guys,” I say with a smile. I can’t believe this. Mom and Dad are here with me… in the morning. I can’t believe the impossible happened. I can see that they’re trying their best to make me happy right now. They know that this (seeing us happy and together for the first time IN THE MORNING) will make me happy. This is what I want. This is like my one wish, and it’s come true. They made it come true. I wanna cry right now. No, I’m strong. I’m strong. I do not cry. I’ll cry in the right time at the right place. This is not the right time. Certainly, this is not the right place. I don’t know the right time, but I know that this is not it. The right time, I mean.

After we ate, sang, and played at the kitchen table, I felt like a kid again. I do feel like a kid again. I like feeling like this… especially with my two best friends (my parents). I feel so happy right now. I do. I thank God for giving me parents like this. I wish I can keep them forever, but no, I’m dying soon. I just wish I could. I do, and I could just cry, but this is not the right time for that. No, it’s not.

A few moments later, the doorbell rings. I go to the door to check out who’s there. Sucks that we don’t have that little thingy on the door people look through to see who’s outside. I open the door. I see Cameron, who is well-groomed and jaw-droppingly handsome in his black button down shirt, his faded light blue jeans, and his black Sperry’s. He looks like a breath of fresh air. I feel like I could just breathe him in. He looks so intoxicating. He looks…, just wow.

“Uh, hey,” he says to me.

“Hi?” I say, unsure about what to say. “Uh…, what’s the event?” I say then smile. I guess that a good question to ask.

He smirks. He says, “You and I are going out.”

“I did not know about any of this. This is obviously a big surprise. I would’ve dolled-up if I knew.”

“It was a surprise.”

“Obviously, I’m surprised,” I say, pointing out that I do not know any of this will happen today. I actually haven’t even showered yet. I look like a wreck while this boy in front of me looks beautiful, nice (I guess), intoxicating, and perfect. And he’s cancer-free, too. Unlike me. He’s just so perfect.

“Honey! Who’s at the door?” Mom asks me.

“It’s, um, Cameron from yesterday, Mom,” I answer. I take Cameron inside of the house and gesture him to sit on the couch since Mom commanded me to do that because she says that we should always be nice to our guests, considering that I don’t even know that Cameron’s coming over, nor do I know that we’re going on a date.