I stared up at the sky at the stars. Everything bad happens to the best people. Well that was a little over dramatic, but that seems to be the case. I live in a small town with a population the size of an average high school here in America. We have a population of 1,000 people. That means that everyone knows each other and everyone talks about everyone else. Right now I am the talk of the town. About a week ago I had a seizure in front of the entire school. Then two days later I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. That's how you go from the most popular girl in high school who spreads the rumors to being the biggest rumor in the city. I wanted to run today. That's what I do. I run. I run to get out of all of my problems. I run to forget, but they said I can't run. At least not for few weeks. They told me I needed to be stronger, but how can I be strong if I have a tumor and can't run it off. I have been laying on the ground for a few hours because it is getting dark now. I hear some beeping. It must be the new neighbors. I knew they were moving in today so I was surprised that they had waited until the middle of the night to do it. I got up slowly so I didn't get light headed and lose my balance. I peeked around the corner of the house. I decided that the newcomers looked pretty harmless so I made a move to go and see if they needed any help. That's when I saw him. He was standing holding some boxes waiting for the door to be opened. He looked about my age. And he was beautiful. That may sound weird, but that was the only word to describe him.