My Last Summer

"Two months baby girl, your estimated end will be in two months."

That's what the doctor said to me.

It was almost the end of March.

The breeze outside is really warm.

I can see the dry leaves falling from the trees outside my room.

I didn't want to die. I was scared.

My name is Jane Peterson. I am currently sixteen years of age and am in Senior High, or atleast I was, before this sickness came into my life.

What sickness you ask? It's called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis.

Easy explanation: It degenerates your upper and lower motor neurons.

Which means moving won't be that easy for me.

I don't know why or how the disease was triggered, all I know is that I got it through genes.

My Grams and Mom also had this disease.

...maybe i'd have to end the way they did.

On second thought maybe not.