Well, here it is, another story of mine. I would have had it on her earlier, but my computer crashed, so i've been without connection to the outside world for the past two weeks. Anyway, here it is. . . chapter one. I know it might be kind of boring, but I had to get into the story, first. Please read and review. I hope to get at least ten reviews per chapter. I think i've decided to make the characters their normal ages. Oh, and I don't own Jimmy Neutron. . . at least not legally.

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Chapter One

"What's wrong, Neutron? Are you still sulking over the fact that I actually creamed you on a test?" boasted Cindy, in her annoying high pitched voice, loud enough for the whole school to hear.

"Oh, puh-leeze, Vortex! The only reason you beat me was the fact that you could actually use your hands!" echoed Jimmy, just as loudly.

The grou standing around the arguing pair was growing increasingly larger. They stood stock still and silent as they waited to see what would happen next.

"Oh, and I suppose you're going to blame that on me!"

"Well, it was your fault, seeing as how you super-glued m arms to my sides!" retorted Jimmy, pulling them painfully free from their current positions, wondering still how his rival had managed that one.

Cindy opened her mouth as if to reply with another snide remark, but was interupted by a sickeningly familliar voice.

"Cynthia!" said her mother, as she made her way past the groups of chatting kids.

Cindy sighed. She loved her mother, but she hated it when she showed up unexpectedly, expecially at school.

"Cindy", said Ms. Vortex, as she finally reached her daughter, while wiping her hands clean of the imaginary mess that she had gotten while trudging through the groups of kids. "Did you forget that you had a doctor's appointment today?"

Cindy had forgotten. She'd been so wrapped up in her most recent heated argument with Jimmy that she hadn't even thought about it. "Sorry Mom." she said.

"Well, if we go now, we might still get there on time."

Cindy turned to follow her mother, giving Jimmy one last glare as she left. He'd expected that, but what he hadn't expected was Cindy's mom to also turn around and glare at him before leaving the school without another word. Jimmy dismissed that action, as he turned to his friends.

"Yep, I handled that well." bragged Jimmy, as he shoved book after book into his locker.

"Sure ya did, Jim." said Carl. He was always willing to back Jimmy up, even when he thought his best friend was wrong.

"Move along, people!" said Sheen, as he ushered away the crowd of students who were dissapointed that they hadn't gotten to see any more arguing. "Nothing to see here."

A few moments later, Libby joined the trio.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" she asked.

"Jimmy and Cindy just had another fight." replied Sheen, boredly.

"A real nasty one." added Carl.

"So what else is new." said Libby.

"Well, there's a new movie playing at the theater!" said Sheen, "It's supposed to be two thumbs up! Do you wanna go see it?"

"You mean with you?" asked Libby, but then noticing the hurt look on Sheen's fact, replied, "Sorry, Cindy and I were supposed to do something."

"Well, she just went to the doctor." said Sheen, his voice full of eagerness.

"Well, then. Sure, Sheen, why not?"

Sheen did a small dance as he began to leave the building, his hand laced in Libby's.

"But Sheen. . ." protested Jimmy. "I thought you were coming to the lab today to help me with some experiments."

"Sorry, I'm chillin with Libby tonight." With a sigh from Jimmy, and an eye roll from Libby, they left the building.

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Cindy sat in the back of her mother's car. Not that she would let anyone know, but Cindy was afraid to go to the doctor. It wasn't the doctor in particular that she was terrified of, but she hated needles.

After her experience with needles during Jimmy's sick patch fiasco, she'd done anything she could to stay away from them.

Cindy watched as the trees passed by. She studied her reflection in the window and realized that her nose was bleeding again. It had been doing that for almost a month. Cindy figured it was only allergies, but her mother had insisted that they go to the doctor for a check-up anyway, despite her many protests. Cindy dabbed at her nose with a tissue, as they pulled up to the hospital.

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Cindy balanced on the edge of the examination table, swinging her legs timidly back and forth. The doctor walked in and smiled.

"Relax, Cindy. This is just a routine visit. All i'll do is look you over, and draw some blood."

Cindy returned the doctor's smile. Dr. Jones was a man in his late fourties, who had a large moustache, and an air of friendliness, which Cindy greatly appreciated.

She allowed Dr. Jones to do the normal check, before drawing blood.

Cindy cringed when the needle was brought but, was relieved when the drawing caused her no pain.

Cindy relaxad, just as the doctor had suggested, and then she went home.

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The next day was a Saturday, and Cindy was home alone. Her parents had been gone the entire day, shopping. She'd been invited to go along, but lately she hadn't been feeling very well. Instead, she was in the living room watching television when the phone rang.

"Hello?" asked Cindy, as she picked up the reciever.

"Hi, Cindy?" she heard the other line, and knew immediately it was Dr. Jones.

"This is Dr. Jones. Are either of your parents home?"

"No, they're not here right now." said Cindy, growing increasingly nervous. After her other check-ups, Dr. Jones usually just stopped by to tell her everything was fine. And since he was an old family friend, that usually resulted in him staying for dinner.

"Well, could you tell them that I called? I have the results of your blood test and I'd like them to stop by the office as soon as possible."

"Sure." replied Cindy, uncertainly, as she hung up the phone without even saying goodbye.

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Cindy fidgeted with her shirt as she waited in the doctor's office. Her parents sat on either side of her with worried looks on thier faces, which wasn't making her feel much better.

Finally, the doctor walked in with a folder and sat slowly behind his desk.

"Thank you for coming." he said, as if he were hosting a party.

When no one spoke, he continued, "I'm sure you're wondering why I called you here. Well, after Cindy told me that she had been experiencing nose bleeds, I took a look at her blood sample."

Cindy's parents nodded simotaniously.

"After examining it closely, I noticed something odd."

Cindy and her parents leaned forward in their chairs.

"There has been a sudden fluxuation in the amount of your white blood cells. Now, don't panic, because the test is inconclusive, but. . ."

"What is wrong with me?" asked Cindy, her voice full of fear.

"We believe that you are experiencing the early stages of a very rare form of leukemia."

For a moment, the room was completely silent, but then Cindy spoke in an unusually low voice.

"You mean I have cancer."

"Well, like I said, the tests were inconclusive, we're not entirely sure, so we'll have to get a sample of bone marrow. And, if it is true, then you're luck that we caught it so early. There are plenty of things we can do. We'll set up an appointment with a speacialist, and of course start chemotherapy as soon as possible."

He let it sink in for a moment, before continuing. "Take as long as you'd like in here." he said, standing up. "I'm sorry." he added, as he left the room.

Cindy sat as still as gravity would allow. What had the doctor said? Something about chemotherapy and white blood cells. . .

She hadn't even payed attention to anything else the doctor had said. The only thing swirling around in her mind was Dr. Jones's earlier statement. Leukemia. She had cancer.

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So, how is it so far? I'd like to apologize for any incorrect medical things, I'm not a doctor, so I don't know much about Leukemia. One of my friends have it, but that's about it. So, if anyone would like to help me correct any thing wrong, I would appreciate it. Please review!