It's like I've said before... My little infinite will shrink and I will burst into millions of bits and pieces.
Hi. I'm Dylan Cameron. I was diagnosed with lung cancer when I was 13.. And now? I know women don't like to tell their age but I'm not a woman. I'm 16 years old. This is a romantic story, but not some crappy one you find in your local library. No. It's different and I hope the audience enjoys it... Now let's get to it. Starting with my first day of high school.
"Dylan! Dylan! Wake up, girl," my mother was yelling, her hand on my thigh, shaking it side to side. "its your first day of high school. You can not be late!"
I rubbed my blood shot eyes and slowly sat up. "Alright. Alright. I'm up!"
My mom smiled weakly, as if it hurt to smile. She nodded and turned her body and headed out. I watched her absentmindidly and stared to zone out. My alarm clock roared to life and I snapped out of it.
I slumped out of bed, slipping on my old worn out bunny slippers.
"Do I really have to wake up this early EVERY SINGLE DAY!?" I shouted and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Even though I was a really pretty girl I always thought my body was ugly and same with everything else....
Yes, I know, it's stupid but I mean couldn't stand having to look at my face in the mirror and just seeing this sick girl standing there. It was so hard. I just wish my life could change one day... That's all I ask for.
At school~
I walked into the councilor's office to pick up my scheduler for the year and before I could walk out I head a voice all my name. I looked behind my shoulder, seeing no one and slightly shrugged and all of a sudden I run into some guy.
