CHAPTER 1
(I'm Jazmine Smith with a z )
Beep, beep, beep, beep. That's the only thing I can really hear. I could hear them. The people in white coats. The people that approaches your family and tell them "In loving memory of..." Yes, I could hear them. With some muffles of their voices giving orders. "Pass me the knife, make an insentient here, cut this, pull that."
I've went threw this multiple times, but every time it all seemed new. They put my body to sleep, but they couldn't put my mind at rest. I couldn't really feel anything, but I knew what they were doing. Looking for my source of a slow death. The professional word is a tumor. It all means the same thing to me.
"Okay, Dr. Riley you can give her stitches now."
Finally, I know these doctors are trying to help me, but every time they perform surgeries I feel like they're digging for gold.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the person you will be spending your nights with when you can't go to sleep; so you look over on your shelf or search through your backpack and pull out me! No, but seriously hello there, I'M Jazmine Smith with a z, I'm 15 years young, hate judgmental people, and love scary movies. I have an annoying, loving little brother, Shawn. A mother, Sasha Smith, who is too clingy and way too understanding to be a mother. And last but not least I always get into fist fights with cancer. You can say it's beating my behind...for now.
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Just Another Cancer Victim
Teen FictionJazmine with a z is a young, 15 year old, girl that was diagnosed with cancer at the age If 10. She reads these books and watches movies about people living their life no matter What. All she wants to do is the same thing. So she tries with the hel...
