Sincerely, Sara

Chapter 12

"Anna why are you even here? You aren't in this homeroom..." Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my head. I pressed my lips together and bit down, hard.

"Because I'm cool, that's why." she crossed her arms.

"You okay?" Nicole touched my arm.

"I'm fine Nicki. Just a... really bad headache." she looked concerned but accepted my excuse.

"If you have a headache then go to the nurse and take an Advil or whatever" Bridgett piped up.

I looked down at her. Bridgett's long, wavy light brown hair hung loose around her small frame. I was a short person, and she only came up to my shoulder. "I'm okay, really." I assured them.

Aria rushed into the room and immediately opened her homework folder. "Dude help me! I didn't do my science homework and it's a quiz grade."

Anna walked over to her and they began talking about the structure of chromosomes.

"Sara, how come you never do homework anymore?" Izzy asked me.

"I do homework." No I didn't. I was excused from all homework, ah cancer perks. If only I didn't need cancer perks at all, Id gladly do my homework in exchange for my health.

I'd take almost any alternative to having this tumor.

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I walked into English and sat down behind Camille. Across from us Jack and Shane sat down. Immediately Shane hit Jack in the back if the head with his folder.

"What was that for?" Jack glared.

"You just aren't a nice person are you Shane?" Camille smirked at both of them. Camille was a tall blonde who almost never wore any color other than black. Of coarse she did wear yellow and red and green and blue and other colors sometimes, just not often.

"I am too." He pretended to throw his pencil at her face "See? I just saved your life."

"You were the one who put my life in 'danger' in the first place" she made air quotes and rolled her eyes at him.

"She has a point" Jack stated.

"Honestly she does" I agreed.

"No she doesn't!" Shane threw his hands up in the air. The teacher shot him a look. He was 5'7 or 5'8 at the least, and very loud, so it was hard for teachers to miss him when he said or did anything in class.

Mrs. Fasio handed out papers on chapter 5 of an S.E. Hinton novel. I opened my book and began to fill in the answers.

After about 10 minutes Jack turned to me, "I don't get number 8? Do you have it?" He ran his hand over his bright red-orange hair.

"Yeah..." I showed him the paper and then went back to working on the questions.

The class seemed like it had just begun 20 minutes ago but Mrs. Fasio dismissed us. I handed her the paper with what I had done on it.

She gave me a sympathetic smile, "Thank you"

I nodded and walked out of the classroom. Two guys were messing around with each other in the hallway. One took the other by the shoulders and practically threw him into the lockers across the hall. I rolled my eyes as they laughed.

Only one class had gone by so far, any wish I had for the week, or day for that matter, going by fast was not going to be fulfilled.