Everything was okay. Well, better than okay. I was lead student of the school, President of the Leadership Committee, a passionate soccer player and a rough girl. Until the new high school bitch just steals everything I've got with fake eyeliner and fake boyfriends. I lost everything. My reputation, my good grades, my athletic body. Hell, none of the therapies worked. Then, as my life roller coaster goes down to that really fast part, I started gasping for air in class and coughing up blood at recess. "You have lung cancer at an advanced stage. I'm sorry, you have a few months." And suddenly I'm all alone with cancer sucking up the remnants of my soul. Can I make it the best few months? Well, with a little change here and there, maybe life is worth living.