In short, a rant about how "The Fault In Our Stars" turned me into an emotional wreck. When I wrote this, I had just finished the book and felt greatly depressed, so by all means! I hope you like it. *CONTAINS SPOILERS*
My name is Anna. I'm sixteen years old and I have cancer. But, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. The people you should be worried about include my tulip obsessed mother, her mysterious lover, The Dutch Tulip Man, and my delusional hamster who thinks that running on that little wheel of his will actually get hi...
Just my spin on what happens after the 'I do's.' It's basically what I think Hazel does, it's not meant to be a masterpiece but I don't think it's too bad so give it a read and let me know what you think, or what you would change about it. Enjoy. ;)