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Cali's whole story. Enjoy, her battle between the teenage life and cancer. |
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Honey, it's time to leave! Hurry up so we can go!" my mom yelled through the door. I put on a long sleeved light purple t-shirt to cover up the bruises and a pair of jeans to cover up my scrawny legs. What was left of my golden hair was pulled back into the perfect ponytail to hide the missing chunks of hair. I put on makeup to give color to my skin and cover up the tiredness in my eyes. My toothbrush was used to hide the fact that I threw up again this morning and gave my breath a minty smell. I put on a chunky necklace to draw attention away from my face and body. Pink, glossy lipstick was applied to my peaky looking lips. All I want is to make it through high school without people feeling sorry for me and finding out I am going to die in 3 months. I have a rare case a pancreatic cancer and all I want is to remain the most popular girl in school and class president. I look in the mirror one last time. Great, perfect. “I’m coming Mom!” I yell through the house as I glide downstairs. “Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!” I whimper under my breath so my mother won’t know I’m in pain. Everyday I go throught the same routine. When will my life change? I ask myself daily. Pancreatic Cancer was a suprise I wasn't prepared for. I didn't even know what my pancreas even was until now. I feel horrible for my mother. My father died when I was only 3 years old and my mother has been all I have had my whole entire life. Until now, I was all she had. Now she will be alone. She tries to hide that she's scared but I can see it plainly in her eyes. I never tell her but I'm so proud of her. I wouldn't have lived this long without her. "Cali, eat some breakfast. It will give you strength for your day," she says quietly, pushing some eggs and pancakes towards me. "Mom, we both know that if I eat breakfast, I will only throw it up in first period. If I throw up in first period, everyone will wonder why. When everyone starts wondering why, people will come to a conclusion and spread rumors saying I'm pregnant. The last thing I want people to think I am is pregnant. If the students think I am pregnant, then they will tell their parents. Their parents will calling the school trying to get them out of my classes. In the end it would be a big mess at school. Mom, can I please not eat breakfast?" I groan on with my usaul morning speach on why I am not going to eat breakfast. "Since you put it that way... I guess not," my mother says with a frown on her face, "Now hurry up and go to school. You don't want to be late." My mother waves as I pull out of the driveway in my blue chevy 69 camaro. I go through my neighborhood slowy, watching the younger kids getting onto the bus. The little girls in their pigtails and the little boys with blue mohawks. I remember when I was that little, I think to myself. If only I could be that little agian, with not a care in the world. I turn left out of my neighborhood and try to make the short 2 minute drive to the school last for a century. If only... I keep thinking on until I spot the whole student body standing outside of my school awaiting my arrival. I read the sympathy signs, "Get better Cali" and "Don't die" is what they read. Oh no, who found out. I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my stomach and then I black out. |
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