Chapter One

Do you ever get that feeling when you walk pass an old lady in a wheelchair or a bold woman or man with health issues and live on the street? Well, sometimes it happen to me. I see the way people look at me, the way boys lick their lips when I flow pass. I'm use to the way girls give me the evil eye when my golden blonde hair flow past my back and my nice tan legs fit into my jeans. I was made to be perfect, made to be who I am now. My name is Leah Marie Sheridan. Im 15 years old and I'm the richest girl on my street. Boys want me and girls want to be me. I cant help the way I look and I love the attention.


My mother is a lawyer at her job in Miami and my dad is a docter and police cheif. We make a lot of money. And spend it daily. Basically on me. Im like daddy's little angel and always have since I was the only kid. I never go into my mother and fathers way and they never cross mine. Sometimes in my my world I never feel close to my dad and mother than how a normal child would. I keep secrets from them the way they do to me. Were like complete strangers in a huge house. Along side that I have a perfect life. I never let anyone get into my way.


That One day. Just that one day when my life came crashing down, like a huge weight was forced onto my shoulders. I was sitting in school, a normal geometry class that everyone hares on a Monday morning. The boys were all staring except one. Ive never in my life had not one boy in HISTORY not stare at my face and drool like a dog. Its funny how I never paid attention to this kid. I bet he was a nerd, I wonder. He had nice crewcut from behind. I stared at his back for a moment, my eyes starving for his face Untill Mr. Jacobs called my name. "Miss. Sheriden. " I cocked my head to the side and glanced cautiously at the bearer teacher. Im usually the talkive person in class, because when everyone turned to look at me and drool, except that mystery guy, I cleared my throat and let out a nervous laugh.

" sorry, Mr. Jacobs. What was your question? "
he looked at me and blinked, his eyes widening at the sound of my voice. " Um, what is the answer to question 8? " he says. Now usually I would say im smart. But I wont want to lie to you about it. Im like the dumbest kid in school. I sometimes wonder how I even was brought to highschool. I always ask my mom but she would say the same thing. 'Honnie., your not dumb. You were put into highschool because your smart '. I always thought that teachers and schools bring me to the next grade for other schools to handle the problem. I could be a bad person, I know that because I bribe my teachers with money to help me with answers.


This is why I said I keep secrets from my parents. They would probably kill me and help pick out my casket by now. I don't do drugs or smoke or any of that. Im not a criminal for crying out loud. I looked around the room to see everyone staring. I turned back to my teacher and whispered help in the lowest voice I can process. Mr. Jacobs winked at me and edges toward the board and wrote down the answer I scribbled on my paper and shouted correct. People around me grunted and the tense shifted in the air.

I smiled brightly when the bell rang and teens piled outside the class. Mr. Jacobs stopped me after class with a stern look in his face. " Leah, you owe me my money. " he says, with his hand on my wrist. I broke free with one quick jerk and grin.
" I will pay you Mr. Jacobs. Don't worry." With that I swung my work bag onto my shoulder and ran out the door. Only to be bumped into a kid ive never seen before. I watched him as he quickly picked up his hat and clutched it tight in his arms, cradling it as if it was a baby. "Watch where your going next time. Okay? " my tone of voice was hard rock and the boy nods his head once and runs down the hall. My car ws a BMV m5 black and my dad gave it to me on my 13 birthday. I know what you're thinking. Fifteen year Olds drive? Not really, but if you have a father like me, you don't need to be old to drive. Like I said, I LOVE my life. A guy I currently hang with, haden, a football player, hang withs me and tells people we're "dating ". He steps over to my car and leans over, admiring my pack. And when I say pack I mean car. "Nice wheels." I nod and slide my shades on, putting my hand on the engine and and starting the car. The poor guy had to shout over the noise. "So, im having a party. Wanna ' come over tonight maybe?" I raise an eyebrow and turn the wheel to the side, making Haden jump back. "Maybe." I answer and drove off.

Chapter two

I Came Home with a massive headache. It was like person was inside pounding my brains out. It was still dark outside the next morning and I had to feel around bumping into things to find the light switch. When I found the kitcheIsland n light, my parents were caught sitting on the Island drinking wine and eating pasta. I eased off my heels and held them in one hand as my vision on my two parents began to steady. My mother, heather use to be beautiful. With nice long hair like mine and a beautiful face. She was raised and born to be a rich mother Untill she met my dad who used to be a marine like his father. And they've been married for who knows how long. My mother and father looked old today, but shockenly had the right rocking bodies and body shape. When I look at them today like how I am now, all you see is a happy young couple throwing away their lives to have a kid.


"Wow. Look who's home George. " my father turned in his seat to see me and his eyes widen big. I pouted my and looked down at
myself. My half torn black dress and stalkings and my hair a complete mess. I bite my lip and edge toward the counter to pour me a
glass of water. "Where have you been, Leah. We've been worried sick! We had an important disscusion we wanted to have with you. I
turn around and swallow the last gulp of water. "Well, im here now. " I say. I also call my mother heather. Ive never in my days have called her anything else. That foes with my dad, but I never say it to his face. Heather had her lips perced in a straight line. She always does that when she doesn't want to be talked back to. I see it happen mostly with her clients. She stood and walked in front of me, holding my eyes. "Now you listen Leah. This is very important to what I am about to tell you... " her eyes had tears and I was dying to know and avoid this conversation. "Look mother. I can take care of myself. Alright? I have school. We can talk later. " I wave a farewell and headed for the stairs Untill I saw my dad wrapping his arms around my mother and rocking her while her body rack with sobs. My mind was wandering wild all day at school. I never saw my mother cry even from the biggest of things. It was odd for her to look at me and her heart looks completely broken. I wasn't the type to care for anyones feelings except my own. And I know its selfish, but hey. My life is too perfect to care. I sat at a table alone today. ( not like I don't sit with people, I do.)

I ate my lunch in silence when haden sat his tray next to me along with his other friends. And then more people came and joined. Eating in silence while others talk, my brain starts to wander again. Back to the rare images burnt into my skull. My mother crying hard. My dad holding her and rocking her to calm down. It hard to just picture anything like it. All I was thinking was if my dad lost his job and we'd be poor living on the streets. I shook my head and laughed quietly to myself. Haden looked at me once and went back to his conversation. After lunch, I went home to know why my mother was crying that one night. I heard talking in the main room and assumed it was my mother. She was talking in a fast motion but I caught some of the words and right then I knew it was about me."Yes, yes docter.ill let her know right away." She set the phone down on its hook and spun to see me and she raises her hand to her mouth while it shook violantly.


"Mom what is going on? "

"Sweetie, we need to sit. " she says and I automatically became afraid. She set down like a woman and set her hands in her lap and stared at the coffee table for a while. I became impatient.
"Mom, why are acting like you've seen a ghost?" I say. Heather looks into my eyes and looks down quickly. "I don't know how to put this but....- " I cut her off.
"Dad lost his job!? " Heather shook her head vigorously and pressed her lips together. "No, Leah. He didn't lose his job." I frowned and stood up, ready to leave.
"Then what!? " I say, mad. Heather startled and her face darkens.
"Leah, your docter called. They said you have Cancer. "

Chapter Three

It was like a huge impact hit me right in the ribs. I looked at my mom as if she was an animal I was ready to kill and eat. I was in total shock, ive never in my life went through any trouble. Like this one time in eighth grade, this girl asks me why I never get ache or pimples whatsoever and I look her in the eye and say, "Well, unlike you I know how to take care of my skin." In my entire life I have never felt any pain for another human being. I don't like to help people or homeless children. I know, I know. Shame on me. But I always thought I was to perfect to care; Too popular to think anything bad would happen to me.


That totally backfired. I sat down on my couch and signed heavily through my nose. My mom sits next to me and pats my back as comfort. And then the bitch in me excaped.

" I HAVE CANCER!? I DONT. YOUR A LIAR. " the look in my moms eyes told me she was telling the truth. But, deep inside I thought I still had hope. She shook her head once and began to weep. Pacing around the room, I started to cry too. And then I cried harder, clutching my mom like it was the end of the world. It kills me to have to remember his moment because personally I felt closer to my mom than I ever did in 4 years. I make bad decisions and I leave my mother to do everything she can to keep money in this house and me in school. The truth was I was scared to think what would happen to ME. Would I die? Will I lose all of my hair? My head felt dizzy and my face splotchy with tears. I let go of my mother and stand up walking straight out the door with my guitar and sits on my porch.
Music was my excape from situations.

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