Hey:) Well I thought of this and I decided to write it up. I will promise that i will finish my other story, but i just wanted to post this first. It is going to be a sad story but i hope you like it.

Diclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters. I only made up the plot.

"Now your essay will be due on Friday, and I will not except any late papers." Spoke the teacher. Ms. Cope stood in the front of the class with her glasses pushed to the edge of her nose as she read off the guidelines for our paper.

I noticed that the two boys next to me were laughing at the picture they had drawn of her on the desk. I frowned. Mrs. Cope was a nice teacher. She had her moments, but that was no reason to draw crude pictures of her.

I turned my attention back to the guidelines that were in my hands. I started to read the requirements for my paper and many ideas came to my mind. I was sifting through the several possibilities when the ball rang. I stuffed the paper in my bag and got up to walk out of the class.

"Bella." I turned my attention to Mrs. Cope who was still standing in the front of the room. "I am very excited to read your paper." she said with a smile. I smiled and turned back to walk to my next class. This made me even more nervous. I enjoyed writing and Mrs. Cope has always complemented my work, but knowing that she was waiting for my paper made the butterflies in my stomach double.

I was walking out of the building as a gust of cold air hit me in the face. I gasped and pulled my hood up. Another rainy day in Forks. I thought bitterly as I picked up my pace.

I could still remember the bright sunshine of Arizona. Charlie and Renee decided to move to Forks after Charlie got an offer as chief of police. I started my freshman year of high school here. I'm in my sophomore year now, but I still don't talk to many people.

I sighed as my boots clunked with every step I took. I looked down to notice that they were a darker brown than when I bought them. They also had several rips and tears in the material. Reminder: Get new boots. I thought as I opened the door to my next class.

Then I suddenly got a sharp, pounding headache. I popped in a couple Advil and tried not to think about it.

I trudged toward my desk and resentfully took my seat. This was my least favorite class of the day. I didn't understand anything that the teacher taught. I tried during the first couple of weeks of school, but it seemed so useless.

I quickly slumped in my chair and laid my head in my arms. I was almost asleep when the teachers monotone voice piped up. "Ok, class. Settle down." I groaned as I tried to bury my face further in my arms.

I did not have a good morning. First, my alarm didn't go off and my mom didn't even bother to wake me up. Then, I missed the bus and was late to school.

"Bella?" I heard a soft voice whisper from beside me. I looked over to see Angela with worry written all over her face. "Are you okay?" She whispered. "Yeah, I'm okay. I haven't had a very good morning, that's all." I replied. I gave her a weak smile to try and reassure her. She smiled slightly and whispered again, "Okay. Just let me know if you need anything." I nodded as she turned her attention back to the teacher and started scribbling notes.

I decided to pull out my notebook. I started randomly doodling on the cover. Minutes later, the front page was filled with small hearts, smiley faces, and peace signs. I looked up at the clock and sighed when I noticed that we still had a half and hour of class.

I looked over toward the teacher when I noticed that the room was starting to spin. I faintly hear my name being called. I looked over to see Angela crouching over me. When did I get on the floor? I thought, before everything went black.

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"Is she going to be okay?!" I heard my mother shrieks from down the hallway. "Ma'am, please calm down. Your daughter will be fine but we can't let you see her yet. We still have a few tests to run." spoke a deep voice.

I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was lying in a bright hospital room. Blank, white walls surrounded me.

I heard a slight creak and I looked over toward the door. An older looking man walked in. "Hello, Bella. My name is Dr. Brown." he said in the same deep voice I heard from the hallway. He held out his right hand. I lifted my arm to shake his hand but I looked down and noticed that it hadn't moved. It was like trying to lift a car to get my arm in the air.

"It's ok." he said as he pulled his arm back and patted my shoulder. "How do you feel?" he asked as he sat down on a nearby stool. I was very confused at this point and I said the first thing that came to my mind, "Weak." I said but my voice sounded very light and hoarse that I wouldn't of thought that anyone had spoken.

He looked a little grim as he spoke. "Yes. I know." , "What's wrong with me?" I whispered. "Why don't I go and get your mom? Then I will tell you together." he said as he stood up and walked out of the room.

Minutes later, Renee burst in the room and ran over to me. "Bella! Sweetie, are you okay?" said as she gave me a hug. I winced when my body ached. She pulled back when I didn't answer. The look on my face must of made her realize, because she immediately turned to the doctor. "I demand to know what is wrong with my daughter." she said in a stern voice.

The doctor put his hands up. "Calm down, Mrs. Swan. I will tell you, just please take a seat." he said as he motioned to a nearby chair. Renee pulled the chair over near my bed, sat down, and held my hand gently. She was waiting patiently for the doctor to continue but I could see the worry hidden deep in her face. We both knew that something wasn't right.

"Well. This is always something that I wish I never had to tell anyone," he paused, "Bella, we have taken several blood tests and it had been determined that you have Leukemia."

Renee's grip around my hand immediately tightened. I could see several tears start to make trails down her face and she started shaking. I tried to feel some sort of emotion but my body was motionless. I didn't feel like I needed to cry or yell. I just felt…..empty.

The doctor spoke up once again, "I will leave you two alone for a moment. When your done we can discuss several treatment options." He stood up and left the room with out another word.

My mother then turned to me and pulled me into a tight hug. Her tears soaked my shirt as she sobbed into my shoulder. As I patted her back I felt a single tear stream down my face.

Ok. Well i have this story all planned out (unlike my other one) so hopefully i can update sooner for you guys! Review and let me know what you think. Thanks

Bella POV