Что можно сделать за день,за неделю, а за год?А что бы ты сделала если бы это был последний день?Что бы вы спросили, если бы вы имели только один вопрос?
What can I do for a day? And for a week? And for a year?
"You know how much I can do in a week," I told my dad.
My dad is a very confident person, but when it comes to plans, he is very lazy. A couple of years ago I lost mother.Rak.It is very hard for us. I have a sister to her 6. Ah, yes, my name is Alice. I am 16.
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And of course I have a guy Thomas and the best friends of Nick and Gracie. Only know they all turn away from you when you need support. For several days I learned that I have a cancer. You know when you find out that you do not live long, the world is collapsing. And you want to live, even if one day you come to thoughts about suitsid.Simple I want to live. All happened at the lesson of Biology.
- Gray, listen, can go home to me, my heart hurts.
-You hammer, will pass.
But nothing has passed. At the lesson of the PE, I asked for leave and went to the nurse. She said that I immediately go to the doctor. Then I still did not suspect anything.
After returning home after visiting the doctor, I could barely stand on my feet.
"What's wrong? You're sad." my father asked me.
- Nothing.
I do not want to talk about this dad right now, he just lost his mom, and what will happen to him if he finds out that he will not be with me soon either.
The next morning I went to the second lesson. What should I lose? Though I'll sleep. In the locker room, I met Thomas.
"Hey,kitty , where have you been? I called you," he asked, kissing me.
- Sorry.
-Okay, will you go today?
-Where?
"What did not Grace tell you, today Max's plans are planned."
- No.
-I'll pick you up at 9.
- Okay, - at least I will have fun.
At school I met the girls. They talked about something. Why did they not tell me anything? Maybe they forgot. I did not ask them about the party. Before my illness, I did not tell anyone. I do not want to be treated like a sick, dying girl.
In the evening, Thomas, as promised, drove after me at 9. I wore black ragged jeans, a white t-shirt with a skull and a leather jacket. I turned the hair a little and brought my eyes up.
"You look lovely, baby," said Thomas.
- You too.
He was dressed in jeans and a gray sweatshirt. We drove up to the house of Max. The music was already coming to us. When we went in there, the smell of alcohol, fumes and spirits hit my nose. In the crowd, I found Grace.
"Hello," I said.
- Oh, hi!- she said, hugging me.
"Where's Nick?"
- She's like in the kitchen. Let's dance.
And we began to move in time, the music poured into our ears with loud basses. Then some slow music began to sound, and I went to get something to drink. In the kitchen, I drank some tequila. Feeling a rush of strength, I went again to dance. But after a while, I began to buckle up, reaching the sofa, I sat down. So, I can not stay here any longer. I went to look for Thomas. He was sitting with his friends not far.
"Tom, I'm not feeling well, let's go home."
"Sit down with me," he said, and pulled me towards him, trying to kiss.
"You're drunk," I said, and looked at the table. There was a white powder-coke among the bottles. "Shit, Tom, it's all clear with you."
I broke free from his hands and went to look for Grace. Better not go to Thomas, his friends gave me barely get out. Seeing Grace, I went to her. She was kissing with some guy.
"Hey, Grace, let's go home."
"Fuck off," she said.
Bitch! The girlfriend is called. On the way to the exit, Nick stopped me.
"Hey, where's Grace?"
- Look at the whore's website.
I walked along the road and did not understand what was happening, everyone turned away from me. And they still do not know what tomorrow might not happen to me. Why is this all with me? The more I thought about it, the worse I got. Legs became cotton , began to get nauseated and I fall ..
