Max:
After another day of being pushed into freaking lockers and onto the floor, I ran home. I didn't want to go the bus, I wanted to run.
I loved feeling the cold wind hitting my face and I was having an amazing time with the run, until my stomach began to bug me. I ignored it at first. It's Friday. It's your last day in Colorado. I thought good thoughts and was feeling better already when one sharp jab in my stomach made me stop running and double over in pain.
"Ow! Okay, maybe I am getting a stomach bug." I said to myself. I just walked the rest of the way but all the way, my stomach was in extreme pain.
I burst through the door, and I, Maximum Ride, had actual tears in my eyes. Ella was already home and my mom was making dinner. I collapsed on the couch and cried out in pain.
"Mom...call the doctor?" I asked. she nodded and told Ella to do it. She got medicine from the cabinet and handed it to me. I took them and Ella came back in.
"They said that she should go to the hospital if it's that bad and they will see her immediately."
-Line Break-
They ran tons of tests and asked me a million and 1 questions but finally I was allowed to go home. This was 2 weeks ago, when they told us it was okay to move, because all the files were saved online. We were now settled into our huge beach house, in Miami, FL. It was amazing, despite the fact that I feel like I'm being stabbed every once and a while. I hadn't gone to school yet, because mom had made a split second choice that I would be sent home anyway and that I wasn't ready. But honestly, my room has never been more boring. I don't have any friends or anything. I just have my phone and laptop to entertain myself with.
We were eating dinner, even though I really wasn't hungry. It wasn't a shock by now, I was never hungry anymore. I was losing weight like crazy, even though I'm lazier than the laziest couch potato you know.
I didn't understand it. Not until, my phone rang.
Doctor L
It read.
I got up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Is this Maximum Ride?"
"Yes."
"I am very sorry to inform you of this, but we've done the tests...and we discovered a tumor...in your stomach" The doctor said through the phone. I nearly dropped the cell out of my hand. "There isn't any treatment, yet...the tests say that any action taken, wouldn't even help...I'm sorry but the tests read that you will have an estimated 3 years to live.
"Okay...thank you..." I stuttered. I quickly hung up the phone and walked back into the dining room. My mom and little sister looked up at me.
"Who was it?"
"The doctor's office..." I said. I looked at the tiled floors. "they said, i have stomach cancer."
"Oh, sweetie!" My mom said, coming over and hugging me. As Ella stood up, and walked over to me, that was when I started to cry. I don't cry normally but this was a rare occasion that I found it pretty much fine.