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“I sang another song about her…” I admitted to my friend Alec as we walked towards his car.

“You gotta find another chick to obese over.” He said pulling back his brown long hair, which went down to his chest, to reveal his dark green eyes and baggy eyelids. His pupils were large so that meant he was high… again. . “I don’t think she gets the memo.” He said hysterically laughing and punching my shoulder, meaning to tap it lightly but instead actually hitting me, hard.

“Yah thanks.” I nodded my head and rubbed my arm where he hit. When we reached his big mini van I leaned against it. Than I saw her, her long curly brown hair flowing in the hard wind, she was carrying a lot of books so I slowly walked towards her, wanting to help and wanting to have an excuse to talk to her for the first time. But, because I was too entranced in her beauty I went to slow and just missed her as she leaned into her friend’s tiny blue car.

I know what your thinking. Who is this mystery girl?! Well that mystery girl is Kathy Bockman. And I’m 90% sure I love her. The ten percent is because I’ve never actually talked to her. But I’m pretty determined to this year; hopefully I’ve grown balls over the past 5 years too…

I rolled my eyes at my stupidity and walked back, cursing quietly to myself.

“Too slow man! You know what they say…” Alec said beginning to burst into another long hysterical laugh; “EARLY BIRD CATCHES THE WORM!” and he began to laugh at a joke that didn’t even make all that much sense.

“Ha-ha yah!” I faked, “Hey is it ok if I drive?” I asked.

“Sure thang…. CHICKEN WING!!!” and here comes ANOTHER hysterical laughing spree.  We both jumped into the car ‘laughing’ over all his stupid jokes. Personally I was laughing at him, not the jokes, but he was too high to even notice.

When I finally got home, I ran upstairs not stopping to say hi to my mom or bugging my little sister. I didn’t even feed my angry tummy! I jumped into my computer chair slowly and began to go online. I heard there was big news going around school about some girl. From what I heard she had some sickness and everyone was going to raise some money by hosting a school concert. And I wanted to enter my band, I didn’t give too shits about the dying girl. Sorry to be mean, but everybody dies so why cry over spilt milk?

Perfect. I thought as I clicked on the Bulletin that said ‘SO I GUESS EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT…’ but as I read it, my whole body shut down.

It said:

Kathy:)

“DID YOU TELL!?!?” I screamed at my brother.

“NO!” he yelled back. He was a thirteen-year-old snot face who is a compulsive liar so that meant I didn’t believe him.

“LIAR!” I pushed him, and hard. I hope I broke one of his stupid ribs!

“IM NOT LYING!!” he whined. Just as I was about to punch his ugly little face in, my mom yelled at me to drop him and go upstairs in my room. And just to get her mad I slammed my door. When I walked into my room I went straight for my laptop, leaped on my bed and turned it on.

It was my worst nightmare come true. KATHY HAS CANCER was all over myspace. My classmates were going to host a charity; I rolled my eyes at that word, event for me on Friday. The event was a concert with the bands Kiss Me Lightly, The Bees, and First Rate Knockout. At least one of my favorite band, First Rate Knockout, was playing. I loved them! And not just cause the singer was smoking hot, but because they kicked some major rock n roll ASS!

Than just as I was about to post a bulletin about how stupid people are being and overacting about me having cancer (with a lot of words in it that would make your mother cry) my mom walked in.

“Honey?” she said softly as she lightly tapped on my door and walked in.

“Knocking on the door, but walking in anyway kind of defeats the purpose mom.” I said as I quickly closed the laptop screen.

“Oh, sorry.” She said shyly. My mom never punished me and rarely yelled at me. It was the fact that I was going to die soon, she didn’t want my last moments with her to be bad. “Now, don’t yell at me about this we just needed the money…” she began.

“What are you talking about…?”

“Well, what if I sort of told people about you having cancer?”

“Than I would sort of say what happened to the no-telling-people plan??” I said, beginning to raise my voice.

“We needed the money dear! And we didn’t think about that…” She apologized. But I was in no mood to be forgiving; everybody already started to treat me as the dying kid. I got millions of comments and long messages saying ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I love you, don’t leave’ blah, blah, blah. Which is exactly what I did not want.

“UGH! THANKS A LOT MOM!” I yelled at her as I slammed my head against my pillow.

“Sorry! Sorry! I fell so bad…” She came over towards me and began to pet my head trying to comfort me. I pushed her hand away.

“Would you stop that?! It doesn’t help!” I said.

“Sorry…”

“But you know what would help? Is if you would get out of my room and leave me the fuck alone!” I yelled. And yes I did just swear at my mom. She got up and left the room with the saddest face in the world. And here comes the guilt!