A/N: Hey guys! This is my first multi-chapter fanfic! I know it starts out really slow and depressing, but it gets better, I SWEAR! So, you know the drill, read review, repeat…
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"Laura, you have cancer." The doctor told me.
"WHAT?"
"Lung cancer to be exact. I'm so sorry." He walked out of the room to let me compose myself.
How the hell do I have cancer? I'm eighteen, for god's sake! I thought I was healthy; invincible, even. Damn it, what was I going to tell my friends? My family? Anyone? I can't just tell them that I have cancer and I might die! That's ridiculous! How are we even going to pay for all this? We have no money! We live in a crappy little apartment in Reno. My mom is a music teacher and my dad… don't get me started. He can burn in hell for all I care.
Whoa, Laura. Chill. I thought to myself. Then it really hit me. Oh my god, I have cancer. All these weeks I thought I had a bad chest cold. Then it got worse. We decided to go see Dr. Harmon to get it checked out. Then one week later, here I am. Dr. Harmon walked back into the room.
"I am very sorry about this, Laura. Do you have any questions?" he asked as he handed me a pamphlet that read Cancer: Treatment and Recovery.
"Yeah," I started. "How long do I have to live?"
I know it's short, but they will get longer here in a few chapters. Rate it even if you hate it