My Bday Dress!

FYI: I can be a tomboy or a girly girl. And on my birthday, I like to get my dream dress. Here’s the pic! I’ve already told Alvani that I’m not having a party, but my mom is thinking that maybe I can have a small pizza party. Invitations: Sahasra, Alvani, Cassie, Raka. Only 5 people! I’d love to invite more, but sadly, they’re not my closest friends. They are good friends, though! LoveYa, my besties!

More EMOJI!

Hi, people! I want to click all my emojis that I like, so here goes.

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Staying Strong

So, as everyone at BLMS knows, we have to write a fiction story. Here’s mine.

Staying Strong

Tap tap! Tap tap! My fingers drummed against my knee. “Don’t worry, Hope. It will be okay,” my mom whispered in my ear. I almost snorted. That day, I was at my doctor’s office, waiting to hear if I was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia, a.k.a ALL. It’s when you get a lot of white blood cells in your bone marrow. I had been showing all the symptoms: bruising easily, fatigue, fevers (I had had 3 in the past week!), and my joints hurt really badly. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice. “Hope Faraway, age 14?” the nurse asked. My mom and I followed her to a room where Dr. Clark was waiting, or as I preferred to call it, “The Room of My Probably Crappy Destiny”.

“Hi, Hope. How are you doing?” Dr. Clark asked me.

I wanted to reply, “Well, I’m hating you for pretending everything is all right,” but I’m a nice person, so I just replied, “Nervous, but overall, okay.” Dr. Clark started asking my mom a bunch of questions. 15 minutes later, she left and came back with the results in her hand.

Dr. Clark told me firmly, “Hope, you have been diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia.” She told my mom about the treatment options, while occasionally sneaking quick glances at me. I just sat there. Me? ALL? My thoughts were swirling around in my head, and I couldn’t grasp them and make them stop.

At home, my mom asked me a bunch of questions, and I went to bed after that. I was so tired, I walked to my room as slow as a sloth! After what I felt was 10 hours, I woke up finding blood all over me. I screamed, and my parents rushed me to the hospital. I was sent straight into the ER. I learned that sleep would be harder because I moved around a lot when I slept. Now, I have to take a drug called Adelphae to stop any more blood breakouts. When we got home, my dad went into his office for one of his “concentration moments” and my mom and I ate ice cream (my food lifeline).

At school the next day, I met up with Alexis, my best friend. She expressed a deep concern, but with the question in her eyes. I nodded, and staggered off to 1st period, trying to blink away the tears that were coming out like a waterfall. When I saw her later at lunch, her smile wobbled a bit. Alexis told me all about her ex-friend Kendra, who had turned into an evil force of humankind. 5 minutes later, someone tapped my shoulder. I whirled around to meet Kendra. (What a coincidence!) She sneered, “Heard you have a disease. What’s it called again? Oh right, LOSER!”

My cheeks burned like a fire, but I replied, “I heard about a disease you have called BULLY! Congrats!” By then, all the kids in the cafeteria were applauding and cheering, and my cheeks burned again, but in a good way.

Later, Alexis and I went over to her house and talked about everything: Kendra, music, boys, family, and soon, it was 6:00. Before I left, Alexis told me, “Keep on staying strong, Hope!” I smiled and nodded.

“Come on, Hope! We’re going to be late!” my dad’s booming voice woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I ran to the car like a cheetah, and we picked up Alexis. She smiled at me, but I could see she was worried. I squeezed her hand. (My family and I had agreed that I would need some support, and Alexis popped into my mind.) We were going to talk to Dr. Clark about my treatment options. When we all finally got to the waiting room, we were exhausted. The nurse called my name, and my palms started getting super sweaty. As Dr. Clark started talking to my parents, I thought about what Alexis had said a week ago. “Keep on staying strong, Hope!” her voice rang in my head. I suddenly filled up with immense happiness, and grinned widely.

I repeated to myself, “Keep on staying strong! Keep on staying strong! Keep on staying…”

2 years later…

Hi, I’m Alexis, Hope’s best friend. Hope died of ALL on May 14, 2013, at 5:23 pm. She had been doing chemotherapy for almost 5 months, and bravely decided to stop her treatment around February. Hope lived a wonderful life, and was… indescribable. She was cherished and loved by so many people. She was one of those people who had a huge heart, and for that, I applaud her forever.

Holy Sh*t

So, people, I just said the s word about 10 minutes ago, and I’m so ashamed. Lana, get a clue! As usual, it was sister problems! Oh, DISCLAIMER! I don’t know if you see this, but the date an time the site says I posted, is at least a day off. WordPress, get a clue!

My Besties!😊😝❤

I ant to give my besties a shoutout, so here goes. I ❤❤❤❤ Rhea, Sahasra, Raka, Cassie, Alex, Avani, Claire, Trisha, Angeline, Stephanie, and Anish(my only guy friend!). Before anyone goes nuts, me and Anish are just friends, and he’s younger than me. So, besties out there, thank you for being a bestie!

Dear Someone Out There…

Dear someone out there,

I hope you’re feeling okay. Well, better, at least. Life is one huge Ferris wheel where you go through the ups and downs. But soon, you’re going to get to the spot where going to take a picture because the view is so breathtaking and the moment is perfect. So person, wait on that Ferris wheel, so you get to enjoy for a bit.