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Part 1

     " My names Parker.

I'm 17, 5''7 132 pounds,I like listening to music, I fight with my mom, get bad grades, and try too hard at everything. Basic teenager, right? Well no.

I'm dying.

I've been dying since I was five. My mom noticed this when I banged my head on the door and my nose started to bleed, and wouldn't stop. After a while of my mom not really noticing, my dad came home and then rushed me to the E.R.

The results came back as stage 2 Leukemia. This caused my mom to drink even more, most times forgetting to take me to chemo sessions. My dad apparently couldn't deal with the stress and left, leaving his dying child, and alcoholic wife. 

The cancer went away when I was ten but now I have a relapse. And it's not getting any better.

Even the chemo treatments my mom does take me too, never worked. I'm at stage 3 now. It's not very common to survive Leukemia at this rate. So soon it's just going to be my alcoholic mother. Alone."

And now she has forced me to go to a youth group to express my feelings when I don't want to." I say sitting down as everyone around me wiped their teary eyes.

The director gulped. "Well Parker, don't put it as something you don't want to. You're afraid to speak up."

"But I just did." I say crossing my arms. I looked around. It wasn't that big of a group, three people-plus the director and me.- So like five.

"Anyone else like to express their feelings on Parker" He said as he clapped his hands together. A girl with long blonde hair crossed her legs as she smacked her gum. Then rose her hand. "Ah- Jessica?"

She smirked. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I scoffed. "You want to date a dying kid?" I said laughing a little bit. "Not smart, and I'm gay."

She sighed as she slumped to her seat.

"Well-Ah that's the bell." He said as bell cut him off. I was the first one to grab all of my things and rush out of the room.  I plug in my head phones and rush out of the church, and down the street, so I could make it to my fourth period.

School was probably three blocks away, but for me it felt like three miles. I hated feeling this way. I was always fatigue, always upset. I usually cried my self to sleep every night realizing I won't live to go to college or get married. Or have kids. I always wanted kids. A daughter would be nice, but that won't happen.

****

As I finally made it to school I opened up my locker. I opened it up as I took out my ear buds and grabbed my books.

"Excuse me- Do you know where room 138 is?" I heard someone say. I looked up to see a dark haired guy in a red flannel. He was maybe 2 feet taller than mel. I looked at his freckles, and holy heck- those eyes. They're so green-

"Uh hello? I'm Keith- I'm new." He said smiling and that's when I noticed it. His earring. It was an anti-cross.

"Uh I'm Parker, The anti-Christ?" I said pointing to his earring. He put a hand behind his neck and chuckled, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Yeah. I'm pretty edgy." He said.

I sat there and smirked. "Room 138 is that way." I said pointing down the hallway.

"Thanks. See you around, Parker." He said walking away.

I noticed my mouth was grazed open as I watched him walk away.

Forget it, your dying remember? I thought to myself as I shut my locker and walked to my class.
***

    After fourth period I did my usual thing. Since I didn't have a car nor could afford one I usually took my lunch and ate in the library. But lunch for me is just a couple pretzels and a juice.

I sit down do enjoy my "meal" while kieth walks in the door. He immediately sees me and comes to me. "Hey! Do u care if I eat with you?" He said with a bright smile turning his head to the side. I shook my head surprised as I scooted over.

"Have u met anyone? Like friend wise?" I asked him taking a bite of a pretzel.

"Nope, just you!" He said smiling. "Don't you have any friends?"

I shrugged. "I don't rlly talk to that many people."

"Oh, well that's okay, I mean it's better not to get to attached to a lot of people right?"

I nodded as Mr. white the principle walked in and saw me right away. "Ah Mr. Parker, May I have a moment?"

I nodded as I gathered my things. "Sorry I'll see you later." I said to Keith as he nodded and kept eating.

****
"So um I heard that-"

"Yes the chemo isn't working. We've been through this." I said crossing my arms sitting in his office chair.

He nodded. "Look Parker I'm very sorry to hear this but it might get better. My wife had this sort of thing