"The Cancer Kid"A Chapter by AriannaClint stared at the small purple bruises that lined his left
arm, judging by the fact that there were now about twenty: from each time he had
pinched himself he wasn’t going to wake up any time soon. He slid his hands
behind his head and let out a long exaggerated sigh before glancing at the
alarm clock that lay between one set of bunk beds and the other. 2:08 am; Clint frowned he would never get any
sleep at this rate.Not that he really wanted to sleep; all he wanted was to
re-play the nights events in his head over and over. SHE LOVED HIM! Summer Jean Dunmore loved him. It was something Clint would never quite understand. He was plain, one of 8 boys nothing special at all. The only thing that set him apart; was something that could kill him at any moment, and who wanted to be known as “the cancer kid.”
But that was what he was, and he knew it. Clint wasn't the youngest, he wasn’t the oldest, and he wasn’t his sister. Clint was however, the only one of all the Matthews children to be diagnosed with leukemia. He was the cancer kid; that was all that set him apart.
On the outside he looked just like every other Matthews kid. Scraggily black hair that emo kids would die for. Average height, and a slightly pudgy frame that had turned into muscle once he hit puberty. He was nothing special, at least not in his eyes anyway.
Summer was different; she stood out in every way possible. Her natural hair so blonde it was almost white was flawlessly accented with teal and green and purple highlights. Her goofy grin not changing since childhood still proudly displaying her overly large front teeth that had grown in shortly after they met.
Summer made sure to dress in a way that attracted the eye of every person she met. She was charismatic, bubbly and an only child of a rich family. In his eyes Summer was perfect, everything he ever wanted to be. Apart from the girl thing, he would rather not be a girl.
But Clint just didn’t have the courage to be like summer. Being off, just didn’t come naturally to him. He didn’t have a quirky sense of humor, or naturally goofy but still somehow gorgeous looks like Summer. So he settled for being in her presence, for being her friend, and now for being her boyfriend.
Clint grinned again before pinching his arm for the 21st time that night. “nope” he thought “it’s not a dream” before checking the clock, 5:50. Clint let out a loud yawn before cuddling under his blanket and slowly sliding into dreams of his life he would have with Summer. © 2011 AriannaAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 15, 2011 AuthorAriannaNCAboutHi there, So I know I have a really horrible tendency to drop off the face of the earth. No promises I wont do it again. I do that. But my husband and I are writing a book and we would love some i.. more..Writing
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