Kiyoshi and Tommy

Two

Kiyoshi's POV:

I get ready to go to school for the first time. I've always been homeschooled, I've always been too sick to go to public school.

I'm terminally ill.

It's always been so hard for me to do things. I couldn't go walking for a while without coughing up blood. I couldn't go a few hours without taking my medicine and feeling pain. I couldn't go anywhere without someone coming with me to make sure I didn't get hurt. I couldn't be around others with out scaring them with the mask I wear.

Touching my sick mask I looked myself in the mirror on my stand.

I wore a grey hoodie with a white shirt underneath along with jeans. I'm afraid people will judge me, for what I wear, for my hair, for my jokes.

Too late to really go back to homeschooling, I already begged for 5 years to go to a public school.

My hair is so messy, not like I can fix it. Sighing I turned away from the mirror and checked my bag for my doctor's note along with my medicine. It was all there, good.

Zipping my bag closed I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder.

Walking towards my front door I grabbed a muffin and left. My dad always left for work at 5:00 am so we never really saw each other in the morning. I'll just call him later then.

Leaving the house to go somewhere that isn't to the store or hospital felt good. Taking a deep breath of fresh air I began my walk to the bus stop.

Hopefully things will turn out just fine.