Short

Redone introduction to my 'novel', Aimless. Reconsidering Title.

Short

Life wasn’t easy for me. I was told I was going to die before I graduated high school. My life seemed to spiral down, going nowhere, going into shock. I was terrified. I was in a rage. I was put into a support group. There were five of us.  Cody Yates, diagnosed with Creutzfeldt - Jakob disease when he was 8, was slowly dying with a painfully deteriorating brain.

Naomi Whitelow, diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer in the early stages. There was a slight chance, if they did the surgery as soon as they discovered it, but her Mom was too broke to pay for it and her dad ran out two months after she was born. She still went through chemotherapy, but the doctors had no hope.

 Luis Holley, Born with leukemia. He and Iris were often teased because their disease is the most common out of the 5 of us. They had right. They were the most likely to survive.

Sam Fisk, diagnosed with Bacterial Endocarditis, was less hopeful the rest of us. He was diagnosed when he was 10; he was about a year older then everyone else in the group.

Iris Camp, also diagnosed with leukemia. She was frail, and got sick too often. It worried everyone.

Cody. Naomi. Luis. Sam. Iris. All sentenced to die before we even graduated. We were tossed into a room every Friday for 3 hours with a psychiatrist. Best friends doomed to die. This isn’t my story alone. This is theirs too. How we went through our high school years, normally terrible enough, knowing we were gonna die in our senior year.

Who died. Who sits with me now, helping me spread the story of the lost.

Short. Short lives. Short tempers. Long friendships with haunting memories.

Author's Note

Does this seem to make sense? Any major grammar or writing problems?
If you can think of a better title, please tell me, I don't like the one I currently have for my novel.