This is What You'll Get

This is What You'll Get

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Fiction
Mystery
I LOVE parties. I LOVE having fun. And most of all... I LOVE my Blackberry. You touch it and you're dead. But my parents did more than touch it; They SOLD it. And this... This is what I got for making the wrong move. That ONE.WRONG.MOVE. And I paid for it with my life. Ugh. Life SUCKS. +~=~=~=~+ Dedicated to @CarKann for the cover. :D Thunkuhyoo!!! XD
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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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