Silver linings

From Blue To Pink

My heart sank. This can't be right. No. I'm only thirteen. I have so many thing's I wanted to do. Why me. Why. I don't want this. I don't want to die.

Thursday February 14 was the day I found out I had cancer. Brain cancer to be exact. They say that my cancer is still underdeveloped so I probably have around a few years. I'm still dying though. To think that exactly two months later would be my birthday. Oh the irony. Now i'm fifteen a "PINK FIGHTER" and so over it. I know, all emo teenagers say stuff like that but I am. I mean I never really was close to anyone at school or had a boyfriend (not that thirteen year old's should have boyfriend's anyway) so my departure out of this world will be bittersweet. Both tragic and blissful. "Miss. Reeves are you even listening to me" snapping out of it I look at it. It's my social worker. Great. Now that i'm done with my self introduction I have to go back to listening to this idiot.

"Miss Reeves we can make real progress if you just engage."

Gross. No one cares dude. Get a life with your hippie bull sh I mean crap.

" Oh look at the time" I stutter "Well time for me to go home"

He tries to stop me but I just keep walking. I can't stay in that hippie town of bring me down any longer. I mean how would you feel if you learned you have cancer, it might not be treatable, and now your being forced to talk about it with a stranger when you don't even wan't to talk about it with your mom. No you just wan't to curl up in your bed, not go to school and just........ well....... cry. Once i'm outside I breathe in the air. It felt nice and very refreshing. Like someone taking a leap forward or a new start. It almost made me tear up. I guess I need to work on my cold-heartedness. I start walking to the bus stop. It was a frigid November and the lack of heat was making my head hurt. Rubbing my temples I looked around me. New York was well New York. Loud and overpopulated with people. I hated the city. Don't jump me but I do. I guess the city's to fast for me. I'm so glad i don't live here. Yeah, I don't live here. Even now I don't understand how I live in long island but go to a therapist in the city full of traffic and soon to be headache's.

RINNNG

On the phone) Hello.

Hey it's mom are you on your way home.

Yeah just about to get on the bus why.

Okay well we decided a new change of scenery will do good to everyone so where moving.

(I stop walking). WHAT. What do you mean where moving. Your joking right.

I know it's sudden but me and your father thinks that this is a good idea. Fresh air and a new start in Vermont

(Now i'm yelling) Vermont. I don't believe this. What's with the rash decision all of the sudden. What if I don't want to leave.

Oh sure you do, it will be grea...

What part of I don't want to go are you not understanding. It's bad enough being here and feeling like an outsider but now you want me to go some place else and start from scratch.

(In an annoyingly chirpy voice) Well its decided and final so well talk about it at home. Bye.

Phone conversation ends and I put the phone away from my ear in pure rage.

Okay so not only is she not decent enough to tell me when she got home but she wont let me even have a say in it. And how did she get this bright idea anyway. We can't just move all of a sudden which means that she planned this and didn't tell me until it was already set and done.

Oh boy when I get home.

HEY GUYS, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE STORY SO FAR. WAS THE BEGINNING OKAY BECAUSE I SUCK AT THEM. LET ME KNOW.
- STEPHANIE