My Last Twelve Days

Sure, you've heard lots of cancer stories. Read them. Knew what it felt like to have cancer, in your mind. But no. The people in these books, they always had someone to lean on, someone who would be there for them. Not me. Hi, I'm Belle Ryder. I'm 16 years old... And I'm dying. Slowly, painfully wasting away, and when I'm gone, it will be like I'd never have existed. That is, until a boy moves into the house next to me. Sure, you're probably thinking, "A love story! Ooh!" But it's not like that, at all. This boy is 13 years old and had terminal cancer, before a miracle happened. He saved my life, and I saved his. But then I get something that can't be saved. There's only one question on my mind: "When will I go?"