Like my mother has always said you must know the person to actually get their story. So here I am. My name is Theodora Davenport. I am 17 and I was diagnosed with cancer which I died from six months later. One year ago today I died of brain cancer. I’m fine now. I mean. I’m fine now on the Otherside. There’s no way to describe it other than that. The Otherside. Being here doesn’t mean I ever left there, the earth plane. I see what i want to see without being the one seen. People complain that I died too young. “An early age of 17,” they would say. What if I didn't live a short life? What if they just lived for too long? After dying one year ago today, Theo must leave her friends, family and most importantly the love of her life.