I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I was tangled up in my blankets and my face was half buried in my pillow. My arm was draped over Simba, one if my dogs. My other dog, Kenai, was on top of my feet at the other end of the bed.
I struggled to get out from under Kenai's weight. As soon as I was free I crawled out of bed and stretched.
I clambered noisily down the stairs and made my way the the kitchen. I put strawberry pop-tarts in the microwave and leaned against the counter.
Dr. Fretti had said she wanted an answer from my family about the surgery by my next appointment, which happened to be tomorrow.
I didn't really want to do it. Okay, I'm not going to lie, I really didn't want to go through with the surgery.
This week didn't drag on the way I thought it would. I didn't have as many headaches and I didn't get so annoyed with people. I had noticed, and I think others had too, that I had been moody lately. I got pissed off at people for simple things.
When I had yelled at Carl once, which happens more often than not, he had told me that I needed to stop acting like a total prick. I didn't mind though, thats usually how our conversations went and let's just say... I didn't NOT call him any names back.
Aria and Izzy kept calling me "Super Sassy Sara" which frankly, got on my nerves.
But this week had been different. When people joked around I laughed with them. I don't really know what was changing, but from the side affects it seems to be for the better.
I think maybe we changed my pain prescription? Or maybe since I seemed to be getting better the tumor was shrinking?
As soon as I thought that I tried not to think of it again. Cancer didn't just shrink without medical assistance.
All cancer wants is to thrive, it was a part of my body that age at all the other parts. It wouldn't just recede like that.
I completely forgot about my pop-tarts, but I wasn't very hungry. I only are about half of one before tossing it out.
I walked back upstairs and saw my phone was lit up.
*sara I need to talk to you asap*
* Sara NOW*
* Sara I'm not kidding!"
*Sara Trithe! Answer me NOW!*
All of them were from Izzy I quickly replied.
*sorry I was eating. What's going on?*
I walked over to my closet and pulled on a pair of jeans. My phone lot up again. I walked over and my jaw fell slack.
*i got to school early and because it's raining they let me in. Cops were in the building sara.... they found something in YOUR locker. Sara what the hell is going on?*
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely, Sara
Teen FictionSara Trithe is 14, and her life is finally seeming to come together, when it falls apart. Sara has a cancerous brain tumor and limited days ahead of her. How long can she keep her secret, and her life?