Chapter 3! The second, and only the second paragraph actually happened to me, well here it is!
Somehow, I manage to pull myself together and walk to my first class. I cover my red, puffy, face with my textpad. I go to my book app on my textpad, after I'm finished with my homework, but it's useless. I can't read, I'm thinking about what happened. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm mad at Rhoda. I'm not exactly sure why, but I can't help feeling furious, at a number of people, Haustiff, Rhoda, and my mother especially.
All of a sudden, I have a severe pain in my lower left side, as I struggle to walk; I'm trying hard to breathe. Something's not right. I call my mother, and she comes to pick me up. I sit down on a bench, and she starts talking to a whole bunch of people, ignoring me. "Moooom!" I moan. Of course, she's still ignoring me, and by now, the pain has doubled. "MOOOM!" I scream, almost in tears, over the pain. My face is white and I'm running a fever. She turns around, and I must look pretty bad, because she grabs my hand and rushes me to the doctor. By the time the doctor is ready to see me, the pain is gone. I answer questions, and the doctor pushes on my stomach, continually asking me if it hurts. The doctor looks puzzled. "I can't think of anything. Go on a clear liquid diet. Do not eat anything for 1-5 days." "Nothing! I'm going to die!" I shout, not conscious that there were other people around me. "No, you will not die; you can go for weeks without food." As soon as I get home, I break the rule, and stuff my face with freezer food, and Tahno and other food. "PRIM!" My mother shouts at me. "That stomach ache cost $200, and you're not even listening to the doctor!" "I can't….go….without…food." I say in between taking bites. This is funny because my mother says I am all skin and bones.
Just then Rhoda knocks at the door, and I choose to ignore it. She keeps knocking…and knocking…and knocking! I finally go to answer the door. "What took you so long, I heard you went to the doctor, are you okay?" She asked me questions so fast, I could barely understand what she was saying. I tell her about Haustiff, and the doctor, and my order to stay away from food. "I'm going to give him a piece of my fist," and then I told her about me telling him I would help him ask her out. "Why?" "I don't want to go out with him, you do! "Thank you Rhoda, I didn't know that." "Don't give me your back sass." "I'm sorry, I'm just the tiniest bit confused, here."
I decided, I had to go through with what I said, and help Haustiff. Rhoda will reject him, crush him, and stab him the heart.
We walk down to the local fish and game shop, where we buy our meat on occasion. As, I'm walking, my stomach is aching/queasy, and I'm trying to stop and rest, but Rhoda says were almost there. Half way there, my stomach gives a churn, and the next thing I know I am getting sick behind a bush, but what I see isn't throw up. It's blood.
I can't remember what happened after that, but the next thing I know was that I was in the hospital. My eyes were blurry, and I remember I was hot and shaky. Rhoda and my mother and father are standing at the side of my bed, looking down on me. "Wha-what happened?" I manage to get out. Only then do I see they all have tear-stained faces. "Honey," my father takes a deep breath. "You have esophageal cancer."