Trapped Fireworks

Trapped Fireworks

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Aurora Miller, a girl living near Cleveland, Ohio has been faced with the constant pressures of being a 'well-rounded student and person'. As her junior year starts to end, she realizes that she hasn't completed her volunteer hours. Worried and pressured into completing almost all of her hours before 3rd quarter senior year, she signs up to volunteer at the Cleveland Cancer Clinic over the summer. Aurora doesn't realize what she will face or who and the choices she will have to make. All the problems that Aurora face come from one source, Booker Jones, a patient at the clinic. HI!!!!!! My names Lauren Grace and yes i suck at bios but please don't let that stop you from reading!!! Please read it would mean everything to me!!!!! Please message me also!!! Also please DON'T steal my idea!!! If you would like to start a story like this... Just ask!!! Im not scary Love you all!!!!
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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