28 Days

The Dr.'s Guinea Pig

"Hello my name is Hettie, Hettie Johnson and this is my story about kicking cancers butt.

I have been diagnosed with lung cancer since i was 13. I have been fighting it for almost 3 years now and under 3 years carrying around this tin can. I think i am more likely to die from a heart attack carrying this around.

Anyway, i see my self as the guinea pig for the doctors, trying to help and benefit other people in the future that have cancer." i say trying to be meaningful but just sounds the opposite. I bet they all think i have the confidence of a cocky person, but i don't. I just call it drama.

"Hettie, do you want to tell us more about you story?" says an innocent looking lady in her mid 40's. She stares at me grinning. Quite creepy actually, i feel a bit uncomfortable.

"No thanks, maybe in a bit" i say releasing a quick smile whilst plonking my bum on a wooden stool.

"very well, who wants to go next?" she says smiling still. Is she acting or is that her creepy self. I swear this is meant to be a group that you could open up to, not be creeped the hell out. I know i keep on going about it but she is really creepy. She is like one of those horrible china dolls or a clown that you see on a horror movie. Her face must ache!

"I'll go!" shouts a girl from the doorway. She must be late.

"oh, do grab a seat." the creepy lady replies. Still smiling

"Umm, thanks. Hey my name is Francis Hunt. But people call me France or Frankie." she confidently says introducing herself.

" So what is your cancer story?" one again the lady interrupting

" well i don't have cancer myself but my father and grandmother both had cancer. It was so hard for me to deal with throughout my years. My dad died when i was in my teens and my grandmother died when i was a child. I think i was 10.

My mum made me come here as she said it would help myself as well as others."

She falls silent then,alike to myself, plonks herself down.

"Thank you Francis. It was very touching" her face doesn't show any sort of sympathy or been touched about her story. Just the same face. Maybe she is like a robot. Sorry i should really drop it.

The whole hall fell silent. My eyes trail over to the girl that came in late. She sat there. As you do. She had the most beautiful golden blonde hair that was straight but encircled her pretty face that was covered in make-up, almost like a disguise. I don't know if she is the type to be a fake person, aka wears too much of the make-up and not much of the real self. But she still looks pretty and seems to have the nice personality.

Her eyes are the deepest green i have ever seen, they are like a ivy leaf colour. Oh wait her eyes are on mine. Stop staring, STOP STARING! Oh god she probably thinks i am a creepo or a lesbian. Lesbians are fine that is not what i mean. I just don't want to be accused as one when i am not. I look like one as it is.

I glance over to her direction to see if she is staring at me. No, thank god! She is gazing at the boy three seats around from me. Obviously is flirting or some physical attraction to one another.

" Well girls and boys time is almost up. So i think it is time to say our goodbyes to new friends now. On the count of three, say goodbye. One... Two... Three. GOODBYE!" she yelps followed by everyone elses mumbles. " SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK UNLESS YOU ARE HERE IN TWO DAYS" she shouts over the sounds of the scrapping chairs. She beginning to wave everyone off.

I power walk to the door way but i stop in mid tracks by:"Umm you, err Hattie? Hattie? Umm Hettie?"

i spin around on the spot to meet the face with the speech.

"Hettie, Hettie Johnson." i reply to the girl that i was creeply staring at earlier.

" Ah thanks, Hettie. Umm as you probably know i am Francis Hunt" she replies holding her hand out for a shake. I grab hold of it tightly and squeeze the let go.

" Nice to meet yo.." i begin to say but get interrupted.

" Frankie. Mum wants us to go now." yelped from a manly voice.

" one sec" Frankie replies." sorry, what were you saying?"

" oh it really doesn't matter. Umm but is that your brother?" i question but then wish i hadn't. Rewind, rewind.

"Stepbrother, yes. Why?" she queues

"no reason. Best be off then. Shall i see you next week?"

" yes i will be there bye!" she says waving her hand goodbye. Followed bye a wave from her stepbrother.

Strange i thought she was flirting with him. Or is that just me. Confused.com or what?

I wonder out into the car park wheeling out my best friend, the tin can. I stood there waiting for someone to pick me up, Mum or Dad.

Whilst i wait i thought about how much of a creep i must of looked but Frankie didn't even question why i was staring at her. Strange. Unless she gets used to it. All the girls and boys probably do that all the time to her. I thought she would come up to me and be like " Why the fuck were you looking at me like that you wierdo?" but no.

BEEP.BEEP!

Jesus! That scared the living day lights out of me. "Hey Mum,"

"Quick hop in, we are going out," she shouts over the engine.

I do as she says sprinting to the slivery giant 4 by 4. It is such a struggle to get into it as i am so small. Well i mean not very tall. As well as lifting up my live supply of life and death.

"where are we off to?"

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Author's Note:

There you go Flo your question has been answered. Hehe. Hey Tilly and Vannah and everyone else that is reading my books. 

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