365 (Dream Team)

Chapter 3

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My first few classes sucked, as per usual. But I'm going to the best part of the day now, lunch.

I head over to where Clay and Zak are sitting. I plop down next to Clay and pull out a bag of Doritos from my bag. I burst the bag of chips open and I feel a hand reaching over me to reach into the bag.

I turn and see Nick eating a handful of MY Doritos. I just sigh and bring the bag closer to me so no one else can steal my lunch. Nick sits down and chews on the chips as loud as possible, he's probably just trying to anger me though.

I ignore him and make conversation with Clay, asking about classes and students in said classes. As I was talking to Clay, I notice that Darryl sits down next to Zak and whispers something in his ear.

"Huh, he is doing that, his he, Darryl?" Zak says concerningly. I follow his gaze to find that they're both staring at the excessive amount of fidgeting that I'm doing with my hands. I didn't even notice myself doing so.

I pull my hands into my sweater pockets and just avoid eye-contact with them.

"Come to think of it, you have been acting weird for a while now, Gogy." Clay says, putting his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. I just move into myself more and he removes his hand.

"It's nothing. Just be a bit more stressed out recently, I guess." I say hesitantly. With that, I grab my stuff and start to get up.

"Wait, it isn't us stressing you out, is it?" Darryl asks, reaching his hand out to stop me from leaving. I just shake my head and pull my hand away.

I walk out of the cafeteria and go outside, just trying to get some fresh air.

God, I'm a terrible friend, aren't I? I just left my friends without telling them what's wrong. They probably think they're the problem in my life. Of course, they aren't but they don't know that.

I need to tell them. I need to tell them that I have cancer. I need to tell then that I have cancer that's causing me to die in less than a year. I need to tell them everything.

But I can't tell them everything, because the bell to go to our next classes just rang.

I hurry inside and go to my following class as speedily as possible. I sit down in my seat, no one else was in the class yet. I huffed and pulled out my work for this class.

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I got home and was greeted by my mother sitting at the dining table, tapping her fingers against the table harshly. She looks up and sees me.

"Hey, can we talk quickly?"

I sigh and nod, making my way to sit next to her.

"So, I'm sure you know what the doctor and I were talking about the other day." I nod, "Well, I just want you to ask any questions you have. I don't want you to feel out of the loop."

I hesitate, not knowing what exactly she wants me to ask.

"Why me?"

When I ask that, she gets a shocked and sad expression. When she doesn't give me an answer, I just go to my room.

I sit down at my desk and pull out some homework that I have to do. I get distracted and start doodling all over my homework.

Sigh

Only 354 days left.