i pretend to sleep when my parents come around. not because I don't want to speak to them... okay maybe a little. the only time they come around is to speak to my oncologist. i eavesdrop on them. today the conversation was:
"it's returning, it's small, but you know how this goes. we'll try to slow it's growth, monitor her, and take it from there."
"please don't let her die."
cue the over dramatic weeping from my mother.
I enjoy eavesdropping because I get most of the truth. no one ever tell me the truth, I get the childish explanations.
I knew that a tumor was back, I could feel it. I told my latest friend Gertrude and she told me that she knew she was going to die on Thursday.
I heard my dad talking about how I need friends or something and my oncologist suggested the teen cancer support group, I yelled back "NOT HAPPENING" and they began to whisper.
I've read that lame book with that pretentious guy, and there's no way I'll become another cliche.
I will befriend and fellow cancer struck teen when I am good and ready.
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symbiosis
Teen Fictiontwo people together with everything in common are hard to find but envied. every conversation comes easily, never an awkward silence. their problems are eachothers, and they always understand. but you see, this is a work of fiction inspired by life...
