'Deathly Quiet'
"I'm dying"
The garden was brought to silence as Allison stood on a chair and made her announcement, why she was having this party.
It wasn't an end of the School year party or a start of the Summer party that we had all assumed.
At that moment we all sobered up, she had waited until the end of the night so that she didn't ruin the party or dampen anyone's spirit.
No one spoke for the remainder of the time, too drunk to focus on anything but the news we'd all just been given.
Finally after what felt like an hour of staring blankly at the floor someone spoke up.
"Anyone got a lighter" one timid voice, just louder than a whisper.
The sound of rustling then plastic against skin, a mumbled 'thanks' then footsteps away and we were back to a garden full of drunk grieving teens.
"Guys, I told you because you lot are my family. I didn't want to keep something this big away from you guys. Jus-just I want to have the best Summer with you all. I really don't know how long I've got but I do know that I will probably start getting like noticeably worse in maybe two to three months which means I basically only have this Summer to enjoy being healthy and a lively teen ..." she sighed deeply and cleared her throat.
"Please, at least for this Summer I need you guys to treat me no differently I-"
"How do we not treat you differently? You've just-" A new girl, one of Allison's outside of School friends interrupted.
"Stop, look I get that you guys can't be expected to treat me the same because of your conscience and whatever but I'm going to be able to drink, smoke, dance, run and whatever else just as much as a healthy teen for at least a month more before I start to become weak and that shit. So at least until it's no longer unnoticeable, don't treat me differently"
Everyone's heads were up now, watching her talk from the comfort of Michelle's drunken embrace. We all looked around the patio and grass, wordlessly agreeing to her terms.
"Okay" Michelle said, wide eyed becoming the rest of us to agree too.
"Okay" we all nodded.
Not another word was spoken until everyone began to depart.
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Why am I me?
Teen FictionNot good at these descriptions. I wanted to try and write how I feel but in the shoes of a guy. If it's different to your experience feel free to comment about how it differs. This is my personal feelings, ideas and experiences (most complete ficti...
