(That's Elena on the media part)---- chapter is short sorry haha
As The bell rung, signaling my favorite class, English,was over I let out a silent groan. Next was P.E., physical education has always been a female dog for me because by the end it feels like there is a fire truck parked on my chest,like some days anyways. I walked into the girls changing room and quickly changed into my gym clothes and walked to my assigned area. The teacher stood up and started speaking, "okay class,today we'll be running ten minutes, then our warm ups then we'll take a vote for capture the flag or dodge ball." everyone stood up and started running while Mr.Thompson started the music.
After five minutes I could feel something was wrong in my lungs, I slowed down, them it was as if something snapped, and I collapsed, watching the people come to a halt along with the music. Both boys and girls gathered around me staring as Mr Thompson was screaming to make way. I was being lifted off the ground and rushed out of the room not long after to who knows where.
I opened my eyes to see a guy with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, worry evident on his face, " my lungs" was all I said in pain to make the worry creases deepen on his face. He started running down the hall way with myself in his arms, rushing me to the front of the school building, where my parents and ambulance would hopefully soon be.He sat me down in one of the chairs in the hallway by the office, and I slowly closed my eyes, the pain unbearable. As my eyes closed I could hear the guy with hazel eyes telling me to stay awake.
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The Girl On Oxygen
RomanceMy name is Elena and I'm not your average teenager. I live with a rare lung disease, Cystic Fibrosis. You're born with it and you die with it, there is no cure, just past improvements. Most don't make it past their teens, and that is my goal, make i...