At the age of 20, being severely judged was a regular thing for me at college. I don't understand why though, because I didn't think that having cancer as a teen was a funny thing. It's not okay being laughed at because I have 'lesbian hair'. I needed to shave it off a few years ago since it was falling out. That shit isn't easy. The only people who don't talk down to me is my family and my bestfriend, Seza. To be quite honest, Seza is my sister. Not like blah blah blah we aren't best friends we're sisters! No. She is my actual blood related sister. She has to be the most supporting person I've ever met, but she's actually the one tearing me apart, painfully and slowly. It all started after the new kid showed up, with his mezmorising blue-grey eyes and flawless tan skin. Oh... and his friend, Niall. But nothing could ever come between me and Sez, could it?