The Last Princess

The Last Princess

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I woke up this Friday morning (well, not exactly morning…) with Cheetos in my hair. Cheetos? Really, Lily? I must’ve been watching movies all night. It was two PM, and i still hadn't woken up. Well, at least i don’t have to go to school today! I said cheerfully to myself. I grabbed the fruit loops off the counter and got the milk, a bowl and a spo-wait, why am i telling you this? You already know how to make cereal. I sat down with my Fruit Loops and started munching on them. Hey, hey, wait. I haven't gone on animal jam yet today! I’m going to miss the daily bonus1 I put my Fruitiez aside and grabbed the computer. I haven't spent one day not on animal jam for the past 3 months, and I still haven't gotten some sort of medal. Geez, world record book.
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*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

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