I just found out yesterday that my mother has breast cancer, good thing she's still had time to go through surgery that's if we can afford to pay. My dad works hard every day just to keep us alive and I also work at small Coffee Shop to help them to pay my own things. This is my last year in high school, but I wanted to skip next year so I can find a job to help more.
But my parents refused.
I would do anything to save my mother, but I can't do that. Some girls at my school think I'm going to sleep with a billionaire just to save my mother, but I will not sell my soul or my body. Not in millions of years. I'm sure we'll find another way to make it happen, Daddy always thought I was optimistic about everything, even if the situation was impossible to resolve.
Being in a family with just three of us does not help at all, the only family that help us is my father side, but they can't do that much right now. So far my dad said he has half of the money and the bank won't give a loan because we're already in doubt with the bank. Dad had told me that mom needs to rest, take her medication in time and try to act like nothing is going on.
Hiding feelings is what I have been doing lately since my brother died. To say that I didn't cry was an understatement, but that was only a one-time thing because I needed to be strong for my parents. My brother was the deer of the house even though he had his reputation, we dearly loved him.
Being Sunday means that it's my last day of an of peace, when tomorrow comes I'll have to face again the monster at my school. If it wasn't for Joy, Dylan and Derek, I don't know how I could go throughout this year being ignored.
Joy is my best friend and my brother ex-girlfriend, Dylan used to be the best of the best friend of my brother, and Derek, what is Derek for me? His my sunshine, he's my best friend and my perfect match. The rest of the students who I might say used to be closer to me, enjoy themselves by making up stories about my life and to gossip around. If they're not gossiping, they get busy with rich boys in the hallway.
I won't even get in details about it, but I'll let you know their specific names. Like some people say, here is how we're separated in each group. I forgot to mention that in our school there's a blog called Fab and Chick and it's owned by Carmen, Dalva, Sophie and lastly Diana. I must say the latter doesn't give a thought about this, not at all and she's not like the other three girls.
The prettiest and richest girls of the school: Starting with the queen bee and then her fellow Carmen, Dalva, Sophie, Diana Williams, Jessica Valdez, Marília Anderson, Adriana Jeffrey and some other girls I don't really know because they hung out with some of the four names above.
Before this bloody blog, I was the girl they never noticed, I was invisible to everyone. I had to beg Jared not to say I was his little sister and the only people who knew about that were his closest friends. They only respected and some talked to me when they find out I was Jared's little sister. Well, my brother was the bad boy of the school and Carmen wanted to shag with him, but he rejected her.
Well, Carmen was the kind of a girl that always gets what she wanted and when she wants it, but not my hot jerk brother, and well, that pissed her off. She knows I was Jared's sister since we were friends and she was crushing on him even after I told her that he wasn't into her and he only saw her as a sister.
She started saying the worst thing about me and my brother couldn't hold it anymore, so he told the whole school that I was his sister, not a whore who was after him and some other things.
When she came up with the idea of having a blog, it totally scared the hell out of me since I had become her target number one after my brother rejected her. In the beginning, it wasn't that hard because everything she and her bimbo wrote in that blog was all nuisance but then everything changed after the accident. I was the talk of the school for a week and then something else happened which saved me, I wanted to thank the person but whatever the person was decided to be unknown.
It was so much harder without him at school to tell me everything will be alright just like before, but again I had Joy, Dylan and Derek. My parents never find out about the taunting, because I was so good in hiding my feelings and my grades never went down, I was strong enough to handle all of it without involving my parents in some teenagers dramas. I know my parents wouldn't be happy if they found out Carmen was behind everything that I went through.
Forget about the blog and let's talk about Carmen de Sul, I should let you know who is she. I know a bit about her like how popular, gorgeous, rich number one of the school she is! That's because her mother owns the famous brands Gucci and Nike, Carmen's father is out of the picture.
She's everything a girl could dream of, but being a spoiled brat and insecurity doesn't help at all. She's a good girl under all those things she calls popular and so on. Dalva is Carmen's friend since they were in grade six, she's rich but not as rich as Carmen. An only child and her father died when she was seven years old. How do I know this? Because I used to play with her and Carmen before they started sleeping around with half of the schoolboys.
Willow, she's something else. I can't even describe her, I'm afraid I will spend my time talking about her and her twin brother Terrence Williams. I heard that the Williams are the wealthiest family in the world and have been for the past years that FORBES has tracked the wealth of America's Richest Families.
I was wrong when I said Carmen was the richest girl in the school because I had totally forgotten about this two. The Williams family own about half of the world's largest retailer, a fortune that Forbes estimated at $730 billion. Isn't that a dream for every teenager in having rich parents? But I'm happy with the life I have, hence money isn't everything in the world although we need it for a lot of stuff like shelter, food, water and clothes.
When I heard the doorknob turning, I went back to the corridor to help my dad with the bags. Mom will be under supervision throughout the day and daddy is going to make her company. At least that what I thought until the moment I opened the doors thinking it was just daddy but there he was with mommy.
When I left the hospital earlier today, I thought I heard the doctor saying it was necessary for her to sleep at the hospital and then tomorrow she would come back home.
"Hey, mom, dad!" I said taking the bag from him. I thought mother was staying at the hospital if she's home that means she's not that bad right?
"Thank you kiddo! How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks and you guys?"
"We're fine." He answered looking at mother and walked to their room to help mom to get in bed. I don't know how long she will be like this but I hope it won't be long enough. I went to put the dirty clothes on the laundry before I went to my parent's bedroom.
We talked for a few minutes and left her to rest. If there one thing my mothers and I don't like, is a hospital. I went downstairs and started preparing some healthy food, by the time I was done the cooking, mother was still sleeping and father was in the living room watching sports like always. I was never fond of soccer but having an addicted father and Conner used to play football at school, it started growing up in me.
"So, for how long will she be like that?" I asked sitting beside my father, he looked up at me and turned the TV off before he faced me. My father only does that when the situation is very important, and television won't let him concentrate.
"I found out one week ago that she has breast cancer, I found some paperwork on the nightstands that she forgot. She wasn't planning on telling us about it either." She's dying and she never wanted me and father to found out? We lost Conner and now she wants to leave us because of her selfishness way.
Mom will never change.
"Does she know that I know?" I asked.
"I told her today, don't worry about it. The doctor told me that she needs to start with treatment to stop it from further spreading, the sooner the better."
"How much do we need?"
"250.000,00 MT for one year’s treatment of 18 cycles. 150.500,00 MT for month's treatment of 12 cycles." My eyes widened on its own. How in the hell would we get that amount? we don't have anyone to borrow us the money unless we use my savings for university and we pay in instalment.
