Follow My Steps - Hunter Anne (ebook reader library txt) 📗

stood up, ready to leave.
"Then what!? " I say, mad. Heather startled and her face darkens.
"Leah, your docter called. They said you have Cancer. "
Chapter Three

It was like a huge impact hit me right in the ribs. I looked at my mom as if she was an animal I was ready to kill and eat. I was in total shock, ive never in my life went through any trouble. Like this one time in eighth grade, this girl asks me why I never get ache or pimples whatsoever and I look her in the eye and say, "Well, unlike you I know how to take care of my skin." In my entire life I have never felt any pain for another human being. I don't like to help people or homeless children. I know, I know. Shame on me. But I always thought I was to perfect to care; Too popular to think anything bad would happen to me.


That totally backfired. I sat down on my couch and signed heavily through my nose. My mom sits next to me and pats my back as comfort. And then the bitch in me excaped.

" I HAVE CANCER!? I DONT. YOUR A LIAR. " the look in my moms eyes told me she was telling the truth. But, deep inside I thought I still had hope. She shook her head once and began to weep. Pacing around the room, I started to cry too. And then I cried harder, clutching my mom like it was the end of the world. It kills me to have to remember his moment because personally I felt closer to my mom than I ever did in 4 years. I make bad decisions and I leave my mother to do everything she can to keep money in this house and me in school. The truth was I was scared to think what would happen to ME. Would I die? Will I lose all of my hair? My head felt dizzy and my face splotchy with tears. I let go of my mother and stand up walking straight out the door with my guitar and sits on my porch.
Music was my excape from situations.

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Publication Date: 03-30-2012

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