My story is one that takes a lot out of you. It opens your eyes to something you might not have seen before. My story isn't a love story. My story isn't something you're gonna read to laugh your heart out.
I have cancer. It isn't a secret. Everyday, girls come in from school and give me flowers with their most dearest faces on. I don't remember their name, not even sure if they know my name. I'm just the cancer girl. It has been that way for four years and its not gonna stop anytime soon. Honestly, I hate being know like that but I'm not alone. I have a lot of other teens like me here. Here, being this hospital, this hospital that smells like death and cheap flowers. I don't know how my parents spend all their time here. I've walked down the children's cancer hallway, let's just say every room is filled with parents crying and children breathing their last hopeless breath. As a parent, I wouldn't want to feel that pain. I tell them to stay home on the weekends, and most of the time they do. They have spent every last dime to keep me here, I feel bad sometimes.
My sad thoughts almost pull me all the way under, when I hear a nock on the door.
"Morning sunshine." Angel's charming voice rings through the room and her golden locks come flopping throught the doorway, bouncing off her shoulders. Her green eyes almost as bright as the sun when she open the crutens. She's one of the best nurses here, she doesn't try to make up some crap about how everyone is gonna be ok. She is real, we are all sick and dying, otherwise we wouldn't be here.
"Morning." My voice isn't exactly as charming as hers. It sounds more like someone who has been smoking for 50 years and is currently choking down hospital food.
"Ok. Time for your morning check up! On a scale from one to ten how bad are you feeling? Ten being, your about to pass out from pain and one being, you don't have cancer." That's what I'm talking about. She's so honest and real.
"Seven." I'm probably a nine but if I tell her that, than she won't let me leave the room. It Saturday so not leaving your room is like missing out on the greatest high school party ever. So for now I'm a seven.
"Ok, well you know how to reach me if you need anything. I leave at two today so I'll be here in time to sneak you a extra jello," Angel says and she grabs the clipboard and exits the room.
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Lunch was pretty normal, the food was dry with no taste. I try to imagine I'm in a five star restaurant, eating their best meal. I also imagine that I'm in Paris so this day dream that takes me to a better place everyday, isn't very realistic. But at least I have a extra jello and it's red, my favorite.
Than I see bald head pop throught the door. My bestfriend, well the closest thing I have to a best friend, Spencer. He's 17, so a year older than. We both shaved our head together. I miss his blonde hair but he looks pretty good in a beanie. I don't look good in a hat, and my long brown hair is gone. He lived in California with beach babes and surfing untill he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. So I guess losing his hair wasn't as bad and moving to New York.
"U ready?" He was asking if I was ready for the game we have been playing every Saturday since we both got here, four years ago and I was ready.
"Yup!"
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The Cancer Girl
Teen Fiction"We never even tried, you can't possibly know what's gonna happen, you don't know how our ever after is gonna end." I tried to turn away but he grabbed my arm and stood up right next to me. "I know how I feel and I know how you feel you just need to...
