Cancer Perks
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Publikasi terakhir Jum, Apr 24, 2015
"Did I pass?" I ask my teacher.
He looks at me with a pitiful face. "86%! Well done!" He hands me my test results.
"Thankyou Mr. Jones." I say, walking out of the classroom.
As soon as I get home, I check, double check and check again if I deserved to get 86%. The results were as I expected.
I got over 40% of the questions wrong.
Definitely a cancer perk.
***
Being 11 with cancer isn't the best thing in the world.
Okay, it totally sucks.
Whenever you meet someone, they say hi, then look at you with a horrible face expression. A face expression that is a mixture of sorrow, pity, happiness (happy that it's not them) and jealousy. Because of the cancer perks, people think that if you live with a minor case of cancer, it'll be great! Fun! People falling at your feet!
They couldn't be more wrong.
Cancer sucks, I hate it, I wish I were someone else.
I wish my hair didn't fall our. I wish people didn't have to be sorry for me. I wish I could be normal.
I wish I wasn't dying...
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