Ecstasy (Ferard)

Ecstasy

The hair fell from my head faster than I thought. Finally, end of the Chemo filled summer. Short hair made my look like Hazel Grace.

Except with black hair.

My name is Frankie and yes I have had people say "wow your life is just like Hazel Grace!"

No! My life is a living hell hole.

My parents died when I was 10,

I lived with my aunt for 5 years until she fell into a drug addiction

Now I live with my gram in Jersey,

(Fortunately right near my school)

I can't have children in my future.

I weigh 92 pounds, (constantly bickered about having no boobs)

I'm probably the shortest person in 10th grade.

And something else you'll um....you'll find out later on.

But I suppose new school, new life right?

I'll give it a shot.

~NARRATOR POV~

"Frankie. Frankie!" Her eyes shot open to her grandmother standing above her head.

"Gram what the hell?!?" she hissed and sat up. Her Gram just smiled down at her and shook her head before walking out of her room. Frankie slowly got up and yawned, she turned on her ipod putting on 'Heart shaped box' by Nirvana.

She ran a hand through her crazy bedhead, Frankie pulled out some black skinny jeans and a pink sweater that said "unicorn power" on it. She's had it since she was 8, and it still is too big.

She let out a long sigh and slipped the cloths on. She then went out of her room and into the small bathroom across the hallway.

Disgust. Her hair and her pale face made her cringe when she looked at her reflection. She pulled out a brush and ran it through her raven black hair making it stay back. She pulled out makeup but put it back. She hated makeup, it made her look 10 times worse.

When she was finally finished she turned off her music and grabbed her bag. The pitter patter of her shoes sounded as she made her way down the wooden stairs in her Gram's house.

"I'll see you later Gram. First day of school I don't wanna be late." She said taking a quick bite of bacon.

"Oh Francesca don't you want-" But before she could finish Fankie had shut the front door and started on her way to her new school. On a new street. In a new town.

~FRANKIE'S POV~

I hate when she calls he Francesca. It's gross and it sounds like im 90 years old. So i usually ignore her when she does call me that.

It's not that I don't love my Gram. She's taken care of her for a year now and I thank her for that. I just don't have much emotion anymore. It's like I lost everything. I know I'm only 16 but I mean I was really looking forward to having kids in my future. But no cancer took that away from me. I've had so much shit taken away from me and I'm so sick of it.

But that's gonna change this year. I'm not gonna let anybody take this fresh start away from me. I'm taking charge of my life.

Me and only me.