Chapter 4

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"Uh hey." I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck as we stood silently while other students rushed around us.

"Hey Felix!" She smiled, i think i stared at her for a long while but heck, she looked like an angel!

"Wait.. How do you know my name?" I asked raising a eyebrow. I certaintly wasn't famous or anything so i doubt she heard my name from anyone.

"Oh i've been watching you.. Kinda.. And i wanted to ask if you would come with me to the summer party." The cute girl smiled sweetly after she finished speaking in her thick italian accent.

"Oh sure ummm-"

"Marzia, my name is Marzia." Mariza introduced herself giggling quietly. It was hard not to get sucked into the oal brown eyes that looked like pools of melted chocolate.

"So i'll see you there?" Marzia played with the bow at the back off her head silently waiting for my reply.

It was hard to reply though, my brain wouldn't work. It was stunned by her her pure, innocent beauty.

So all i could was nod and stare.

She giggle again and skipped off happily, leaving me dumbstruck until Kim placed her arm over my shoulder.

"Thinking of skipping now Felix?" She laughed in my ear, snapping me out of my daze.

"Anyways you better get home, i just got a call from your family saying it's urgent." Kim frowned patting me on the back.

I nodded quickly and ran off down the hall making Hannah shout at me with a hint of humour in her voice.

I got off the school bus giving a wave goodbye to the bus driver.

I could see through the window a scene that made my blood go cold.

Slowly i walked through the door to see Nanna Jen, Uncle Stephano, Piggeh, Mr. Chair and my Mother.

But her face was pale with a hint of yellow in it, her hair was patchy and she had bags under her eyes.

"Mother?" I whispered giving her a gentle hug to calm her, but mostly to calm me.

"Felix... I had to go to the hospital today..." My mother started, her voice shaking and cracking like it was when i was 11.

"What did they say?" I asked holding on to her a bit tighter, thinking of all the bad things that could've happened to her.

"I have Cancer."

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