As I sat in the doctor’s office thinking back to the day my mom fell out of my life when she told me the news, she had cancer and I have cancer too, it was hereditary. That was the last time I had seen my mom and since then nothing for me has been the same. My mom didn’t understand the gravity of the situation for me, and my dad well he wasn’t exactly “in the picture”, and the kids at school along with the teachers started treating me like a leper.
Knock knock knock! The wrapping at the door alerted me to the arrival of the doctor who would give me the brief me on the bad news, that I most certainly had cancer, not like the fact my mom has it too was proof enough. She entered the room and delivered the news and, as if I would give her cancer too, she exited as swiftly as she had come. Nothing like a bus ride home from a doctor’s office but this was nothing compared to what I had to face tomorrow on the “school bus” more like the bus from hell but filled with more people who knew what I had in me. Going to school had never been a fun experience. Not even in elementary school. At my recesses, cause of the lack of money, it meant that I just cycled through a couple articles of clothing, and now with this “thing” growing in my body, school was a prison that trapped me in with all these questioning faces. I had to go, I have to go for my own peace at mind, I have to have an education in case I survive so that I can have a life.
Sit down! Sit down! The bus driver yelled at the grown man in all blue sitting in the seat in front of me like he did every morning, I wasn’t one to judge though, before all this happened I was just as bad. I used to be the “man in blue” until I met Tim he encouraged me to go to school and stop all the gang stuff, he even fought this guy once to get him off my back but as soon as the news caught wind of this fight he was out of my life. Now he is in prison again.
The bell rang with an ominous resonance almost to signify the call to the...