((Thanks for the good reviews…and thanks for the advice and stuff. I read over the story, and your right. I do use the word slightly all too much. I'll change that as soon as possible. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in like…forever. ))

It had been a week since Myrtle had found Ali laying on the bed, in a deep sleep. Although Ali was still weak, she was awake. But still, Myrtle knew Ali was hiding something. What that was she didn't know. And in a way, Myrtle wasn't sure she wanted to know. But, soon enough Ali decided that it was time to admit what was going on with her. On a quiet Saturday morning, while Ali was still in bed the girls chatted, and the discussion soon became deep.

"Myrtle?" Ali said slowly, picking at a loose thread on her blanket.

"Hm?"

"I need to tell you something…something important." Ali replied, her voice was horse and quiet. "Myrtle…I'm- I'm not well."

"Well obviously…you're in the hospital wing." Myrtle chuckled slightly, flipping the page of the book that lay in her lap.

"No. I mean I'm really not well." Ali's eyes avoided myrtle, and wandered the room aimlessly. Small pools of tears could be seen forming in her eyes. Myrtle quickly sat up and blinked at Ali.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…" She paused and looked down, closing her eyes. "Myrtle…I- I have Leukemia."

"You shouldn't joke like that Ali. Really…that's crazy talk. You can't have leukemia."

"It's no joke."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not Myrtle! Will you just stop being so stubborn? That's why I talked to your mom that day! That's why I'm always sick! Don't you get it myrtle?! " Myrtle's face suddenly went blank. "I wanted to tell you…for the longest time-"

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you had it?" Ali bit her lower lip and shrugged. "How long?!" Myrtle repeated.

"About 4 years."

Myrtle blinked and shook her head. "I have to leave."

"But-"

"You've been lying to me for the past four years Ali! I'm sorry but I don't want to see you right now." And with that myrtle popped out of her chair and stormed out of the room, as Ali rested her head on her knees, tears falling down her pale face.

"So let me get this straight…she has leukemia?" Tom asked, pulling a book off of the shelf.

"Yes…and she's been keeping it from me for all these years." Myrtle said, shaking her head. "I should have known. She's been so sick and-" Myrtle sighed loudly and banged the back of her head on the shelf.

Tom and Myrtle were in the library right now, preparing for a test for herbology.

"Well…maybe you shouldn't have been so hard on her." He said, walking back to the table, flipping through the book.

"Tom! What part of lying to me doesn't make sense to you? She's been living one big lie!"

"Well…maybe you should forgive her. You'd do the same…would you not?"

"Well…."

"You know, it takes a strong person to forgive the right people…and I think maybe you need to find that strength and forgive Ali. Just think about it ok?"