Hey. My name is Lovina Vargas, and this is my story.
I'm sick. Not your typical damn sickness, no. I'm sick with fucking cancer. Leukemia, to be exact. I was diagnosed with it when I was born, and all that shit. I put up with the bastard this long! I'm about ready to give up and just fucking die. But then I'd leave my bitch/sister Felicia behind, and that's not good.
Let's continue. I'm sixteen and from Italia. I moved here when I was eight to better my damn chances of living. I don't know why. I'm going to die, anyway.
My twin sister Felicia, my brother Romeo and my grandfather Roma moved with me. My mom died from the same cancer I have when she was seventeen, two years after Felicia and I were born. Here's the logic; mama had cancer, I have cancer! Felicia was lucky. Papa has been an alcoholic ever since mama died.
Looks? Eh. I look like a normal cancer patient, minus the bald-ness. That's fucking disgusting, but I respect cancer patients and I've had my fair share of bald-ness.
I have mousy brown hair that barley touches under my ears, and my eyes are hazel. My hair is almost always in the same fucking headband, so don't expect much when you see me. I don't live in the hospital like some cancer patients. I live at home. I read, write, sleep (a lot.) eat, play video games, eat tomatoes (I like to fucking eat, okay? Especially tomatoes, oh mama Mia...) and that's basically it. My day in a fucking nutshell.
It's summer, damn it, I can do what I want. If you had an abnormal increase in immature white blood cells, you'd do the same. It fucking hurts.
Anyway, let's get back to my life. I woke up, ate a tomato, and sat on the couch to watch some stupid shit on TV. Normal? Yes. Then, Grandpa Roma woke up. Here's how our conversation went.
"You need to go somewhere, get out more."
"Why show my fucking hideous cancer-ruined face anywhere?"
"Lovina! Remember what I said about profanity?"
"Yeah, yeah, dispiace. Where would I go anyway?"
"How about to the mall with Felicia and her amici?"
"...fine. You win, bastardo."
"L-"
"Sorry."
"Razzaga! You look so pretty!"
Whoop. The mall. How fun. With a bunch of fucking idiots, too.
Here was Felicia with her horrid-looking potato bastard boyfriend and his ball-sucking brother.
"Hey, I shall introduce myself as THE AWESOME GILBERT!"
Ugh. The potato spoke.
"I'm Lovina." I introduced myself quickly, then moved next to my sister. "Is he fucking insane?"
Felicia smiled. "You'll get used to it!"
No.
"Antonio. Good to see you." Ludwig the potato bastard said, greeting a mystery person.
Who is this bastard?
I turned around to look at hi-
oh.
Oh.
OH.
Well, hello, sexy bastard.
"Is this Lovina? She's so cute!"
The Antonio dude blinked then made a dash towards me. Then FUCKING INVADED my personal space! He squeezed me in a tight ass DEATH TANGLE.
"Bastard you're so fucking creepy you better let go if me do you want to die I'm serious here stop fucking around I'll fucking murder you and you'll die a virgin fuck let go-"
"Sorry."