Saving grace

Saving grace

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The hospital was never one of Grace's favorite places. She always said it smelled like depression and hopelessness. Maybe she was right all of those years, maybe you never really got better. Maybe you just became more oblivious to the pain. ~~~~~~~~~ Some people would say she was larger than life and some would say that she was a ray of sunshine in the cloudy sky. But most people would say they feel sorry for Grace Webber. The doctors called it compassion but Grace called it Cancer perks. ~~~~~~~~~ Grace was your average teenager. Good grades in school and outstanding at dance. She had friends and enemies and maybe a little love in her life. But she also had burdens. It was called leukemia but Grace called it A Death Sentence. Her sickness has been stable for the last six months when she suddenly started getting worse. Grace will find love and war, but will she find peace too?
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope &lt;3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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