Mark was the most sweet, happy and kind kid everyone on his block had ever met, the last person you'll think this could catch, but it did. Life is unnexpected, sad, but also wonderfull, and amazing, thats what Mark is about to learn.
Also he cant hear her desesperate mother talking on the phone with his dad, -"but who could blame her, after what happened with me, nowone could blame her" thought Mark. Bills, bills, bills... everywhere bills, why does even money exist the only thing they do is make people unhappy thought Mark. And maybe he was right.
Mark was sitting on a hospitalchair waiting for the poke, he had learned not to cry, after all, he understood that more of them were coming maybe to many.
"This isnt a life for a kid!" "Why!!!Why is god punishing us!" Mark stucked in his bedroom, and thats the only thing he could hear. But it didnt matter cause he knew what was going on, he was 12, they couldnt full him, he was old enough to know, but that didnt make it any easier for Marks parents. Leusemia is not the best disies.
