Kjrsten seems
satisfied with my
Halloween adventure,
deeming it
appropriately
death-free,
despite the kids
dressed as
Freddy Krueger
and skeletons.
I'm just happy
She got me out of
Group.
Talking about
how we cope
with our
impending deaths
is literally
depressing.
Going to
a football game
instead of
Group was
exhilarating.
We cheered
so much
I pretended to go
to the bathroom
to hide my coughing
and gasping
for air.
Cadence and
a bunch of
people from
StudCo
got me to
ask out
this guy
from the
opposing school.
It was
supposed to be
a joke,
but now
this kid and I
are actually
going to go out.
He asked if
he could plan it
for me,
wondering if
I find
putting together
dates to be stressful.
I do.
But I should have thought
faster than I
talked because
I realized
after I turned
the date over
to him,
how limited
I am.
Hopefully dinner
is not involved.
Or physical
activity.
Maybe he's
a movie date
kinda guy.
We texted
after the game
and he asked
if I'd like to bring
a friend
from Bayview
as part of
the group
so I'm don't
feel awkward.
So at least he's
a nice guy.
Hopefully I
won't seem
Anorexic
or boring
or sickly
if I can't eat
or run around
or something like that.
Kjrsten thinks
I'm worrying too much
about this date.
But I usually
go on dates with
guys who
know enough
about me
to plan
accordingly.
She asks me
if I'm embarrassed
about my disease,
and I debate
which is more
humiliating;
Emphysema
Or PMD.
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Teen FictionCover by kyromaniak Everyone wants to be different. I just want to be like everybody else. ---- Seventeen-year-old chronically ill Emma has traded dreams of flying into space for, "Support Therapy," aka, "The Dying Kids Group," and Student Council...
