Confessions of a Dying Girl

• Chapter 3 •

At this point, everything was just--simple. Besides the fact, I had limited time left, it was just another day coming home from school. Walking down the same street, Amber and I laughing about the same things, and this same dumb oxygen tank in my backpack.

See, I have no idea if you guys are wondering how I carry a big ass oxygen tank on my back, but I just do. Amber being the good person she is, carries all of my necessary school books in her backpack.

"So, what's the agenda for today?" Amber asked as I put my key into the door lock.

"Just the same old routine; chill out and do homework while bopping to One Direction." I laughed. I'm pretty sure Amber and I had had the same taste in music only because of how often we were around each other.

As Amber pulls out our homework assigned to us that day, I walked over to my bookstand. Books are my life but there's nothing that helps me escape the world more than music. I had over 50 CDs and albums. A few of those albums were by the same artist but the music was pretty much my life. Not to mention, I'm kinda talented in ukelele and acoustic guitar.

As I pulled out the first One Direction album that I stumbled upon, I stood up and glanced out the window. There was a black car that I've never seen before pulling up in the driveway next door. I had to do a double-take because it was kind of weird.

"Hey, Amber. Come check this out," I called my best friend over to be nosey with me. She tossed the school books to the side and stood next to me to peek out the window.

Amber asked with confusion, "Um, who's that?"

"That's the same thing I was asking myself," I replied. Amber and I just stood there watching a new family get out of the black car that pulled up. A brown-haired boy jumped out of the back seat.

Woah, he's hot.

The woman, who I'm guessing is his mom, opened the trunk, revealing a bunch of boxes. Amber's eyes popped out of her head. "Woah, a new hottie in the neighborhood?"

"I have no idea."