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Chapter 2

Today started out amazingly. I had gotten out of bed right on time before taking a nice relaxing shower and getting ready for school. I was dressed in black high waisted jeans with holes at the knees with a white leather jacket that tested upon my black cropped tank top, I topped of the look with white nike's.

Adam had offered to drop me off at school because his classes didn't start up until 12 noon. He drove carefully throughout the 15 minute drive. Every since the incident 3 years ago he had always been cautious around  me.

He dropped me off and made sure I was safely inside the school before backing up out of the schools parking lot.

I looked around the school courtyard taking in all the different kinds of people.

The jocks- unlike almost everybody outside there inner circle I didn't hate them. It wasn't there fault they were simply more perfect than us.

The cheerleaders- if it was one thing near death had taught me it was that nobody should be hated. So I massively disliked them. Hey were all about bitchy attitudes and slutty ass clothes.

The nerds- if there was any category I would fall into, it would definitely be this one.  They weren't all bad but they seemed to have a mutual lack of socialization.

The emos- They never talked to anyone that wasn't part of their group and I disliked them for the unnecessary dislike for people who decided that black wasn't the only color in the world.

The druggies- I hated them. Some people didn't have a choice in their own death and they willingly chose to do things to put their health, and their lives, at risk.

I walked towards my locker in a brisk fashion, wanting to be in class at least 5 minutes early.

The day had gone on uneventfully from there until it was time for my cheer meet.
     Sorry I forgot to mention I was a cheerleader. I had always been into gymnastics and cheer was the closest I could get to it without the tens of pounds I would need for membership.

"Go panthers, we're so fine , we're so fine we blow you mind, go panthers. Hey Hey, go panthers." I shouted doing a back flip and ending in a split.

I was a little more out of breath today than I usually was but I put it towards the excess of water I had drank before.
     "From the top." Our cheer captain, Bianca, said.

"Go panthers, we're so fine, we're so fine we blow your mind, Go pan—" I paused before violent coughs sprung free from my chest.

I hacked out dry coughs, covering my mouth with my hand. I tried to swallow down the coughs but I kept on choking. Tears welled in my eyes as I hunched downwards, my hands braced upon my knees. I looked at my hand to see it covered in blood, my blood.

I fell to my knees and rubbed my chest still coughing. I felt the blood trickle from my mouth, surely leaving a red trail in its wake.

I felt like that 14 year old girl again, helpless.
Once the coughing finally ceased I was on the brink of unconsciousness. I closed my eyes and just as I slipped passed the threshold of consciousness I heard the distinct sounds of the ambulance in the near distance.

I woke up and immediately was blinded by the bright light, and for a second I thought I was dead. When I felt warm fingers on my cold cheek I knew I was indeed still alive.

My brother left the room and I faintly heard him tell the doctor that I was awake.

"How many days was I asleep" I asked afraid to hear the real truth.
"8 days" my father said with puffy eyes and a wavering voice.

"I'm sorry daddy I didn't mean to scare you."
A lone tear cascaded down his cheek, causing me to erupt into tears of my own. He rubbed my back soothing when I began to cough again. The pain seared through my chest causing me to clutch it tightly.

The doctor arrived and pressed a button that sent medication into my bloodstream.

"While you were unconscious we conducted some tests, with your parents permission of course. I am very sorry to say you have leukemia." I tried to stay strong and not cry but I felt the familiar burn behind my eyes begging me to release my tears.

"You have 3 months left", he said turning around before looking back  "she will be released to live her remaining days with her family. Her cause has gone beyond treatment or cure. I really am sorry." With those final words he left leaving me to pack up what little I had in the hospital.

I would be strong and live my 3 months left on earth the best I could.

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A longer chapter this time. I really am trying my best to make this book worth reading.

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