- Teen Fiction
- adorable
- adorableness
- advice
- alone
- anna
- annoying
- artic
- arts
- aspiration
- away
- back
- bad
- balloons
- banana
- band
- best
- bike
- blast
- blood
- boat
- bone
- boy
- boyfriend
- boys
- brother
- brown
- bucket
- bully
- bullying
- cake
- cancer
- candy
- cards
- cartoons
- cats
- chemo
- chevy
- children
- chocolate
- clinic
- confused
- converstaion
- couple
- crafts
- cream
- crush
- cry
- crying
- cup
- curfew
- cute
- cutting
- damien
- date
- dating
- death
- descriptions
- destiny
- doctor
- dog
- dying
- emmet
- emotional
- eyes
- farm
- fish
- floor
- fly
- food
- formal
- four
- friend
- friends
- fun
- future
- gifts
- girl
- girlfriend
- girls
- glam
- glass
- glue
- gross
- hair
- happy
- help
- high
- hospital
- hot
- ice
- lake
- laugh
- list
- lizzy
- loss
- love
- mall
- marrow
- mean
- michael
- mom
- motorboat
- movie
- needle
- news
- nose
- nurse
- open
- over
- overboard
- paper
- part
- party
- phone
- pills
- place
- plane
- poor
- pop
- punched
- questions
- radio
- rage
- reference
- refusing
- remember
- results
- rowboat
- sad
- saddness
- sadness
- scalpel
- school
- shanks
- shop
- sick
- sickness
- skype
- sleep
- sleepover
- snake
- spark
- special
- spill
- split
- surprise
- sweet
- talk
- talking
- tears
- test
- text
- texts
- thirty
- three
- threee
- tired
- together
- toilet
- top
- treatment
- truck
- truth
- two
- unsure
- walk
- water
- wet
- woman
- woods
- wrist
Description
"You have Leukemia. It's a type of cancer. With the right treatments, we might be able to rid your body of it. The success rate in children your age is around 76 percent. We did catch it pretty late though." The doctor said. I swallowed. I felt a tear slip down my face. Then rage filled me. I jumped up and hit the doctor in chest, not enough to hurt, just enough to get the feelings out. The tears were flowing freely now. I kicked the examination table and the other chairs in the room, I threw papers from the desk onto the floor, and finally I threw the door open and ran through the hallways, knowing my mother and the doctor were chasing after me. I turned a corner and ran into the lobby. A few people stared at me, and I ran outside, not caring where I was headed. I just had to escape this. But the harsh reality was that I couldn't escape it. I was dying.
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