Day 1:

This was his entirefault. Okay I guess you could say it was my fault too. But, I never thought this would happen to me. I seriously thought it was cool. How stupid of me? Smoking is NEVER cool. It just hurts people. Example, my situation; my EX-boyfriend Josh was a pack-a-day smoker, and I spent A LOT of time with him. A LOT. Probably about four hours a day. We both lived in the same apartment building in Roseville. I looked into it, and research says that if you are in a room with a smoker for two hours while they're smoking you basically smoked 4 cigarettes. I DIDN'T EVEN SMOKE ONE! But yet here I am in the fourth floor, 30th room, with lung cancer, slowly dying. I only have a month to live; 30 days. I am ONLY 17, and I am going to die. Now try telling me that doesn't suck.

The only reason why I am writing this is because when I die I want someone to read my last thoughts. Who knows? Someone might actually love me in my short time left. Josh is in jail for 20 years because of some kind of illegal drug he got from Mexico. I have no clue how he got caught, or where he got it from. I have friends so they probably would want to read this when I'm gone. And I want to let you know, Mace, thank you for being my true friend, coming to see me every day you could. Not that I am mad at you Liz, your off at college, a year in advanced, I am happy for you, or Bex, you're going to be an amazing actress. I just miss you. But I have Mace, and she fills me in on the newest gossip. Like, how Tina is pregnant, and how Dillon got expelled. And we of course joke around. And at least once a week Macey paints my toes, and nails, using this special nail polish that won't affect my breathing.

Macey came today, and painted my toes a nice navy blue, color, and my fingers a nice dark purple color. She says they will match my outfit for tomorrow. I asked her if she was crazy, she just laughed and told me that she has a surprise for me, and that she was glad my hair hasn't fallen out yet. And when it does, Mace, Bex, and Liz are going to cut their hip-length hair off to the shoulders, and hire someone to combine all of our hair together to make a wig for me. So, I would always know that they were thinking of me. I don't care if looks horrible. But I've got a good two weeks before my hair falls off, or so that's what me doctor says.

My mom comes once a week, if I am lucky, to see me. She says it's 'too much' to see me like this. Skin and bones, no more C-cup bra, only A-cup, and she says I am different. I don't feel different, of course it hurts (all of the chemo), but I thought my personality stayed the same, happy, and bubbly. Macey says I look great. I try to believe her. Mace if you're reading this, I love you, and I am so happy you stuck by my side threw this hell of a ride. You're probably proud of me for cursing.

I made a new friend today, mom got me a cat! Yes, an ACTUALLY CAT! It is a kitten, and it cuddles with me all the time! Her name is Angel; she has white long fur, and bright blue eyes. I brush her hair all the time (If you've ever felt her fur it is silk smooth, not to gloat or anything). I love her. The hospital allowed Angel to stay in my hospital room, sense I am alone. Angel is with me 24/7, and she is my companion when I am lonely. It's funny to think you could get so attached to a cat, but I did.

Today was a boring day. Nothing really exciting happened, just getting more attached to my cat.

Love,

Cammie

A/N Hey! So you like this set-up? I got inspired to right this story, so leave a review, and tell me what you think. And for the people that read 'Innocent' or 'Let's Play A Game' I am working at those chapters 24/7 but I don't like how they are coming out. So I wrote this. :)

~Hope