"Your a trooper, Mich."
Thats what my mom said when I was four and was at the ear doctor saying that I needed tubes yet again.
And the three other times I had to get tubes.
And the time I got glasses.
And the first time I got my daily growth hormone shots.
And, most recently,
when I was told I had a leg lenghth discrpenecy and would need surgrey to correct it.
Its not like i'm complaining.
I know there are people with cancer who are knocking on deaths door and have it far worse than I do.
This is another story in my series about a sort-of-kind-of quirky tween who escapes from her troubles by writing about it.
As in my first book, each chapter is accompanied by a song that I see fit. I recommend playing it while reading.
Just take a moment of your time to read it!
****Tell me what you think! Please?!?!?!****