School was boring this week without Sylvia being there. So I hung out with the guys. Sylvia had never been one to catch a sickness, but I'd hurt it's very bad. At lunch I was mopey, and depressed. The guys tried to cheer me up by making noise at study hall, but it didn't work. I felt dead inside. Like I lost my light in life.
Sylvia's POV.
Today the doctors told me I had been diagnosed with Ewing sarcoma, which meant cancer. I won't be going to school until next year. I don't know how to tell Andrew. He will probably dump me knowing my imperfections and that I'm bald; which means no shaving for me. Yay! I need to look at the positives. Things aren't always going to be in my favor, but when they are I want the great power and ability to walk into my boyfriend's arms and tell him I love him. Is that too much to ask?
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Teen FictionWhen Andrew gets drafted to a basketball college states and states away, and his girlfriend Sylvia gets cancer, Andrew doesn't know who to chose. This has been his dream forever, but the problem is... Andrew is only 5'1. Would they be willing of his...
