Who do you want the stranger to be? Please let me know because I don't know yet myself! :)
Dear Stranger,
I didn't get the chocolates from you like I was hoping…but I did get some from Darien, who seemingly noticed my obsession for it. It was really sweet of him; haha, no pun intended. That was just my genius shining. Though it was a very weak pun. Oh well.
Today has been…eventful. I got into a fight with my mother over my decision not to have any treatment for the tumor. She got more angry and upset than I've ever seen her; she was a volcano personified. She started knocking stuff off tables and pulling her own hair out. My dad grabbed her wrists when Darien stepped forward to force my mother to calm down. My dad gently pushed her down into a chair and Darien began his alien powers thing that calmed anyone down with just words. Doctor Menendez talked straight to my mother and not with me—me, the patient whom they wanted to torture. Doctor Dez had already made it clear to me that she wanted me to go under treatment, but I suspected it was because if I lived longer, she could keep doing tests to figure out what was so strange about my tumor.
So two against one—totally wasn't fair. But since I'm seventeen, I have no choice anyway (Seriously! I'm just a year away! Why couldn't this have happened then?). I'll be going under chemotherapy and a bunch of other medicine.
I'm going to lose my precious hair.
I'm going to be bald.
My worst nightmare is coming true!
Trying not to rip out my own hair before I lose it for real,
Serena