London took a sip of her sprite. She looked at the vending machine to see what she wanted. She continued to look around. She saw a sandwich and she squinted to see what it was. Peanut butter. The wrapper read. A lump formed in her throat thinking about the first time she had tried Peanut butter. Maddie had let her live at her house when her dad had gone broke. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Would she ever be able to spend time with Maddie again? She put in the money and pressed the button. She watched it fall.
She walked over to the table and sat beside Maddie and her mom. "What's wrong with her?" she whispered to Maddie's mom.
"She has Leukemia; she had a relapse, so she has to get a Bone Marrow transplant."
"That's horrible, what's leukemia?"
"It's a form of cancer."
"Oh, sorry, I'm not the brightest crayon in the box." She apologized.
"It's okay, not a lot of teens know what leukemia is."
"I bet my friend Maddie does; she's the smartest person I know." She looked up at a clock, "I'm gonna go," she hugged Maddie, "I'll see you later." She threw her trash away and left the cafeteria.
(Maddie's room)
When London got up to Maddie's room, Mary Margaret and Corrie were sitting beside Maddie's bed crying.
"Hey guys."
"Hey London, we just came to see Maddie, were leaving now though."
"Okay, bye." This had been going on since Maddie and Esteban started dating. Even though Maddie had forgiven her for lying, Mary Margaret and Corrie hadn't forgiven her yet. Esteban was sitting in a chair beside Maddie's bed asleep. He is so cute when he's asleep. I wish I could kiss him one last time. Maybe I can, he's asleep, he would never know. I can't he's Maddie's boyfriend. London walked over to Esteban and looked at him. She leaned down and kissed him lips. Just one kiss won't hurt. She thought. She pulled away from him and sat moved to the other side of Maddie's bed. A volunteer teen came into the room. He had bleached blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"What are you doing to her?"
"I'm giving her a shotso she won't be in pain."
"Oh."
"You her sister?" he asked her.
"We don't even look alike, why would you think we were sisters."
"Her dad has black hair, like her brother and you, and your both beautiful."
London blushed, "We're not sisters, she's just my best friend."
"Jake! We need you up stairs."
"Coming! Bye…"
"London."
"Bye London, I hope we see each other again."
"Yeah me too." He ran out of the room and London sat there replaying their conversation in her mind. How can someone I just met make me smile so easily?