CHAPTER 1
Ashley's POV
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My little sister was dying.
Slowly.
Deadly.
She has Cancer.
Heart Cancer.
Her name is Leslie.
She's pretty.
Loves art.
Likes to read.
She doesn't go out alot.
She gets home school.
She has one friend.
A guy friend actually.
His name is Alex.
I like him because he makes
her forget about her illness.
They laugh, joke around, and really
get along with each other.
I love my little sister.
I cry almost every single
night in my room.
"Why her?" I ask whispering to
myself looking at the window and at
the full moon and at the shining
glowing stars. "Why not me?"
"Ashley?" she once said to me laying
down on her bed with covers neatly
on her.
"Yes, Leslie?" I say crouching down
next to her.
"When I die...'' she began "When I
die, I'm gonna be this beuatiful
guardian angel and I'll protect you
and mommy too."
My eyes widened at what she said.
"No, no, no" I whisper to her "dont
think about that." I stroked her long
brown hair.
"Don't worry" she whispers quietly.
She lifts up her hand and touches
my cheek. "I'll be with daddy...'' she
lowers her hand and looks up at the
ceiling. "Really soon..." She slowly
closes her eyelids and falls fast
asleep.
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Short StoryThe idea of this story has hit me square to the face when I watched one of my favorite novellas on television. Leslie Garcia has been a sweet little 9 year old girl and then her world is crushed when she finds out she suddenly has cancer. Everyone i...
