30 hours. That's how long I had to live. The doctors had warned me that this día would come about 3 years ago. But I didn't believe them. They've dicho it before, several times in the last 3 months, and yet it never did happen. But this time, everything was real. Reality had fianlly hit me. I was going to die. That was it. That was the last time I would ever doubt myself again. People surrounded the outside of my hospital room. But no, not my dad. He could care less. I'm only 17, geez Dad. The least tu could have done was call me o send me an correo electrónico o something. But I didn't know until last week. He had disapeared. The last someone ever saw of him, he was leaving Los Angeles, on a plane to Chile. Didn't make any sense. My parents had gotten divorced when I was 12, right about when I got sick. The disease then spread rapidly throughout my body, making me feel weaker and weaker with each step of the way. I have a disease called Ebola, a highly deadly disease. It can't be cured. I didn't know I had it. But why me? I'm just a simple girl from Idaho, who lives on a potato farm, and practically live off potatoes. We don't grow them anymore, because my dad was the farmer, and, as tu all know, he left. He was our last hope at getting money in for my insanly high medical bills. But he left. And I'm kinda glad.
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, o the tests, o the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I amor him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things por breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have dicho no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I amor him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things por breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have dicho no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!