I always questioned the unquestionable. I've always been like that, it's kind of hard to stop. Ugh today's Sunday, Sunday Funday right? Well when you live in my world,good luck with that. I have to go to bible class today- I honestly dislike it very much. I always try to get my sickness to be my excuse for these kind of things, but my mom is stubborn. Oh well here I go to praise the Heavenly Fathers that supposedly made us. I start to get dress so I don't have to be forced into clothing. I end up picking sweatpants and a sweatshirt, fashionable right? "Little monsters let's go!" My mother instructs my father and I to leave the house even though she's still doing whatever she's doing. I go downstairs, grab my phone- that I only use to text no one except my parents. "Hi Alz, you look exquisite this fine evening," my father sarcastically says. "Oh yes do you want to know who it was designed by?" I joke, "Well it looks like," my father starts tapping is Chin, "Walmart sweatpants, and a forever 21 sweatshirt," I yell out "And the truth reveals!" He starts chuckling and helps me get my medicine-just in case. We get into the car and drive off to church.
I get out of the car and say good bye to my parents. I start walking to the coffee shop for water, "Hi, what would you like?" A guy says with hazel blue eyes, ruffled brown hair, he's wearing a beanie on top of his hair to. He's really good looking. I notice that I've been staring for awhile now. "Sorry, can I have a water please and actually
can I get one of those scones but with blueberry's, and is it gluten free?Sorry freaking cancer gets in the way of everything." I say looking down. "Oh no it's fine, their is a non gluten free bagel if you'd like. But no scone sorry,babe." I laugh at his kindness and just nod in response. "So one water and a non gluten free bagel, no cream cheese right?" I nod already knowing that I can barely eat anything. "Yah thanks sorry for the you know 'can't eat this and that'," he shakes his head and mutters not that loud "Your fine,". A few minutes later my Oder comes up. The guy walks up to me and
asks "Are you going to the bible study tonight? I kind of don't want to be alone in that place, it's pretty depressing," he smirks, oh lord. That smirk is so attracting. " Sadly yes." I remark. He smiles and we start walking over to the room.
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It gets easier
Genç KurguMy name is Alyssa, I have always been sick. Mentally and psychically. I've learned that things get easier. But my life has never been easy. It's never been simple. But that's what makes life-I guess.