To: Whom This May Concern (On Hold until further notice)

To: Whom This May Concern (On Hold until further notice)

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To: Whom This May Concern Well, I guess this is where I start. Well I'm Everly Summers. I'm 15 and I was diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer at the young age of 14. Basically I know I'm dying but my mother refuses to believe that. If you've seen "The Fault In Our Stars" ,the most cliche movie I have ever seen, you probably cried during it. Well my story isn't exactly like that, no I take that back, my story is nothing like it. Hazel has a chance of survival, I know I don't. My cancer went to long without treatment, and now the only thing keeping me alive is that horrible chemo. Basically I want to die. Okay anyway, the reason you're receiving this letter is because my mother put me in therapy and they said I "Need to let out some of my inner emotions" so here I am.
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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