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A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY for not updating sooner! It's spring break here and I went up to see my cousins in Canada (I saw SNOW! We never get snow down south where I live!) and I haven't had any complete ideas to finish this off! Y'all had good suggestions (the moment of discovery) but I couldn't think of anything to write with it, sorry! I hope you like what I write though!

6th Period Nightmare Part 2

"Marci, will you please talk to me?!?" Julie yelled up from the first flight of stairs when I was on the third. I didn't respond. I continued to make my way to the loft. I had had one of the worst days ever. I just focused on getting up the steps and into my room.

Julie finally caught up to me when I was in front of the sliding metal door, only because she skipped every second step coming up. She pulled on my arm, spinning me to face her.

"Marci what happened today?" I didn't make eye contact. "Come on, the seniors aren't that scary."

"It wasn't that. I don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone," I muttered, eyes still on the floor. I didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, but it would be difficult to avoid talking to someone at the moment, considering my parents, Uncle Mark, Auntie Amy, Maureen, Joanne, and Collins were behind the door.

I silently made my plan to get to my room as fast as I could without being stopped. Then I slipped past her and opening the door. I zipped past all the adults with their "how was your day?"s and the "what's new at school?"s and headed straight towards my room on the verge of tears, slamming my door behind me.

"What's wrong with her?" I heard Dad ask, looking to Julie for an answer.

"I don't know!" Julie said, tossing he backpack by the coffee table and plopping herself down on the duct tape couch next to her parents. "She won't talk to me! Ever since we got out of school she won't talk! I've tried to ask her what happened, she just ignores me! She was fine before she went to her new sixth period but now she's all upset."

Apparently they all were oblivious to fact that I could hear everything they were saying through the thin walls.

"She must've had a really tough day," Aunt Amy said to her daughter.

"Yeah," Collins said.

"I'll go talk to her about it in a few minutes," Mom said.

I cried my eyes out into my pillow. It wasn't all about Angel now, although I was still sad about her, her memory brought on more fears. The fears of my future.

Why is my life so complicated? Every week day in the morning, at lunch, and mid-afternoon I have to go to the nurse's office to take my AZT. I just tell everyone I have an allergy, that's simple enough for them to understand. Only Julie knows the truth, and of course the school nurse does too.

I hate having to keep a secret, but I would hate the consequences of everyone knowing even more. It would travel across the school like wildfire.

I'd be considered the class freak, sent into exile from my other friends. They'd be afraid to even come near me, not knowing anything about my HIV.

I then heard four beepers go off, one of which was my own.

AZT break.

My AZT bottle was in the kitchen area. I really didn't want to go out. I'd be flooded in "what's wrong?"s and "are you ok?"s. Just as I was about to get off my bed, I saw my doorknob open, and my Mom enter with a glass of water in one hand, and my pill in the other.

She didn't talk yet, she just handed me my AZT and offered the glass of water which I took, chugging it down as I swallowed the pill. She then took the glass from me and placed it on my nightstand.

We both just sat there silently. I just sat there with one leg tucked under me with Mom sat in my old wood desk chair.

"So how was your day?" she asked.

"Not that great," I replied, looking out the window.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Not really, but I have a feeling I don't really have a choice." I said, a small, almost unnoticeable smile creeping onto my face.

"That's right! So start from the beginning."

I proceeded to tell her all about that part of the day, the health class, the meltdown in the bathroom, and why I was so upset. I was now in complete tears.

"It's not fair Mom! It's just not fair!" She was hugging me and I was crying on her shoulder.

"I know sweetie, I know it's not fair. But you know what? This isn't going to change for us. No matter how much we hope or wish or want it to. So we have to learn to live with it as the best we can, ok?"

"Alright," I said in between sobs. It looked like Mom was about to start crying too.

"And look at all of us. We're all happy. Don't let it limit you; you can do anything you want ok Marci?"

"Ok Mom," My tears got lighter, but were still there.

"Just remember something for me," she said.

"What?"

"There's no day but today," and with that she let go of me and took a tissue from the nightstand to dry my tears. We both sat there until I calmed down, then we walked into the main room area to face the others in the family, thankfully they didn't ask anything, knowing Mom had handled it all with four simple words- No Day But Today.

A/N: Ok, I know it may not be as dramatic and as y'all would've hoped, but it was the best I could think of with a good ending for a two shot.

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