chapter three
"Justin, I am so sorry I didn't tell you
sooner, I just couldn't and , I"
"Shh," Justin cut me off. I laid my head against his shoulder and felt
a great weight lift off my chest. But another one drop. I finally told him, but
how am I going to get through these next few months? Justin put his hand under
my chin and lifted my head up so he could see my face, He kissed my nose and
closed his eyes.
"You wont be alone any more , I promise you that." Justin whispered
and then took my hand. We went back downstairs, I had my head down so the others
couldn't see my face. My eyes were red and puffy from crying and my face was
tear stained. I sat down and then remembered I still had to tell them.
"Are you ok Amanda?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, I am now." I answered and glanced at Justin.
"Are you positive? Do you feel ok?" Chris commented and I could feel
him staring at me. I looked at my hand shaking and knew I had to tell them.
"I do I feel fine , but I'm not I'm sick i guess you could say." I
forced myself to go on and I wiped my eyes. "I am going to try a few things
and hopefully I'll get better." I said trying to get around actually saying
it.
"What do you mean your sick?" Jc asked obviously concerned.
"Well, by sick I mean, bad very badly sick." I tried again to explain.
"guys, I have leukimia." I finally said. I started to cry again but
stopped myself. I didnt want to spend another day crying or another night crying
myself to sleep. And I especially didnt want anybody to feel sorry for me. I
just needed them to be there. They all just looked at me like I was lying or
something. It was silent for a few minutes.
"Please, dont do that. I know what yall' are thinking, Im ok with this
really. Im scared and freaked out and all, but Im ok. Im not like angry with God
or anything like that. I promise. please dont treat me any diffrent then normal.
Im the same old Amanda that I always was. "