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A Melodious Death

A Melodious Death

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Melody is an average 16 year old, and by average I mean average; her marks are average (she isn't a geek), her sports skills are average, and her social status is average. That is everything is average about her except one little thing... Okay, so maybe it's not so little; Melody is sentenced to death. Not by the law, no it is not the 1600's when people were hanged for being "witches" but by her body. Her body? What? Yes by her body, Melody is diagnosed with Leukemia in its later stages- also known as blood cancer. What would you do if you knew your time alive was limited? This story is about exactly that: what Melody does when she finds out she is going to die in less than a year...
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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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