Chapter 1

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It all started when I was fifteen. I was moving back and forth between my mom and my dad, and my little sister was getting sicker by the day. My life seemed so dull ever since we moved in with our mom. Everything had changed, new school, new friends. It's like my life had started over… at least I thought. When I lived with my dad everybody hated me... I only had one friend... I was a loser... I was just so... WORTHLESS.

My little sister is just the cutest thing ever. Last year we found out she had heart cancer. She is on the waiting list for a new heart. She can be called to the hospital at any time now. She has lost most of her hair and she looks like she is dying. I cry myself to sleep every night just wondering if she will be alive when I wake up the in the morning.

It is seven thirty in the morning and mom is dropping us off at school. I feel like I don't wanna go, but I do and when we stepped out of the car, everyone gave us dirty looks... I knew it wasn't going to be good. A redhead with freckles on her face approached me and said, "Hi my name is Olivia, you must be the new girl, Kaitlynn."

I said "Yes."

"Well, I can show you around to your classes if you want." Olivia said

"That would be great, thanks" I responded. Olivia and I walked down the hall to our homeroom.

As we walked in, the teacher, Mrs. Stewart (A young tall women with blond curly hair) said "Oh, you must be Kaitlynn," and brought me to the front of the classroom.She  said "Class, this is our new student, Kaitlynn". A blond in the back of the room (Paige) coughed and said loser. The teacher said "Paige go to the office."

As Paige walked out of the room she replied "You’re going to get it Kaitlynn." Throughout the day Olivia showed me around.

In 5th period my sister and I were called into the office. My mom was sitting in a chair in the corner of the office she said "We need to go now." She would not tell us why. When we pulled up to the hospital my sister and I knew what was going on. Suzan had another stroke (the third one she had this year). She needed a new heart and she needed it now!

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