Hi. My name is Emily. Emily Jones. I'm almost 11 years old. I will, well would, be in 3 weeks. Why did I say would? Because I'm dying. I have heart disease. The doctors have said it's serious and that I would have at least 5 days to live. They said nothing would help me and even if they found a heart it would either be a waste or too late. I have shoulder length black hair, very pale skin, and dark green eyes. I can't do much activities because I get light headed and dizzy. Sometimes I cough blood for no reason. My daddy loves me and tries to spoil me but mommy is strict and mean. I didn't want them to be sad. I didn't want to leave them alone. I felt alone. All my friends left me and I can't even go to school anymore. I was alone with only my very few toys. I decided to give most of them away to the other kids in the hospital. I wanted to go home and my dad agreed along with the doctors. I had just finished getting into my white dress with a blue ribbon on it when I noticed something on the bed. It looked like an old Jack in the box. I remember I used to have one but mommy threw it away saying it was annoying and stupid. I looked at it and put it in my bag before my parents walked in. "You ready to go?" my daddy asked. I smiled and nodded as he picked me up and held me in his arms as we left. The car ride home was quiet. I didn't mind. I saw kids playing and wished I could too. When we got home my mommy immediately put me in my room and left to get me food. I pulled the box out of my bag and looked at it. I saw there was a handle on it so I began to turn it. An off key version of pop goes the weasel started playing and I immediately started singing to it. "Pop! Goes the weasel." I finished but nothing happened. I looked in the box and saw no Jack. I sighed as I put the box in my nightstand drawer. "Not even Jack wants to be my friend." I said with a couple tears as I turned around and looked for my teddy bear. My teddy bear was a black bear with a white bow tie. I named him Dream Weaver. I didn't know why but I thought it was a nice name for a bear. I decided that he was playing hide and seek. "Ready or not! Here I come!" I said and giggled as I began to look for him. I was looking for him and found him under the bed. "Found you!" I stated and giggled as I pulled him out and hugged him. "That was a fun game." I told him. "It's more fun when you have another to play with." I heard an unfamiliar voice. I turned around and saw a black and white clown. He was tall and had a striped cone nose. He smiled and I saw his sharp teeth. "Hello!" I said with a smile. "Who are you?" I asked him. "My name is Laughing Jack. I came from the box you had. I'm here to be your friend for life." he said as he laughed. I frowned at him. I guess he didn't like that as he bent down as low as he could to my height and looked at me with a tilted head. "What's the matter tootsie? Don't want to be friends?" he asked in a fake hurt tone. "It's not that. You don't want to be my friend though." I told him. He put his claw gently under my chin and lifted it so our eyes met. "Of course I do tootsie. I wouldn't be here if I didn't." he told me I smiled. I didn't have the heart to tell him I was dying. How could I? I wanted a friend so badly. I would tell him when it was time to.