It's been almost a full week since I found out I was dying. That I only had a year left to live. My parents had taken me out of school for the week.
I'm sitting in a grassy field, not to far from my house. I'm picking small wildflowers, that blow in the soft breeze. At the edge of the field, the wood stands. I create a small crown out of the flowers I'm picking. I breath in the spring smell. My phone buzzes beside me. I pick it up.
Cleo: Hey! Where we're you today and the past few days?? Why aren't you responding to our texts?? R u alright??
DJ: We're all on our way to your house..r u there right now?? Please reply Kelly!
Andrew: Kelly please respond! Your scaring us!
Cleo: We know you see this, it says you read the text. Please Kelly, answer!
I sigh. My mom and dad didn't want me to tell people about "my only having one year to live" thing. My friends deserved to know. My parents knew I would tell them, but they wanted me to wait a little bit. I didn't know how to text them knowing what I knew so I hadn't texted them all this week. They were coming over to my house, my parents would surely tell them where I was. I might as well reply back to my friends.
You: Hi. Yes, I'm at my house. I'll explain everything when you get here..
DJ: Okay we'll see you soon then!
Cleo: Talk to you soon
Andrew: 👍✌️
I laid down against the grass, the flower crown rested on top of my head. I closed my eyes, listening to the sweet spring sounds. I loved spring.
I grabbed a book out of my bag and began to read while I waited for my friends.
About a half an hour later, my book was pulled from my hands. I saw Andrew. He waved my book around and smiled at me. "Hey!" I laugh, grabbing my book, blushing. "I found her!" Andrew shouted smiling at me. Moments later Cleo (my best friend) pounced on me, hugging me tight. "I missed YOOOOOUUUUUU!!!" She says, extending the word you.
DJ waved at me, and fist bumped me. He and Andrew sat next to me with Cleo. I smiled happily at them. "So why haven't you been responding to our texts? Why haven't you been at school?" Cleo asked me. I looked down, sighing. "I..um..." I whisper. "I found out earlier this week...that I am sick in some way..., the doctors think it's some weird version of heart failure...long story short though...they said I am slowly..dying. I only have about one more year to live." I look down. "W-what?" DJ stutters. "What..what do you mean?" Cleo asks me. "I mean...I won't be living in the year 2019." I whisper, my head still low. "But...there's got to be a cure right? Something that will make you better?" Cleo says quickly. I shake my head. DJ and Andrew are extremely quiet, soon so is Cleo.
I've accepted I only have one more year to live.
I hoped my friends would accept it soon too.
I don't want to spend my last year crying, I want to spend my last year thriving....
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One Last Time
Narrativa generaleKelly Heroine is 16 years old when she finds out she is sick in some way. The doctors don't know how to explain it, no one knows why or how to fix what is happening to Kelly. They think it's heart failure, but they're not sure. Kelly's parents fin...
