I woke up to the sound of this: "DESTINY GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF cama RIGHT NOW!" I dragged myself out of bed, and walked into the hallway. "YOU HAVE A BLOOD TESTING IN 45 minutos AND tu BETTER BE READY IN 10!" She yelled. I walked back to my room, and began to put my clothes on. I pulled out a pair of dark-wash jeans, and pulled a white t-shirt over my head. Then, I put on a magenta cardigan, that cut off around my hips. It was my favroite articulo of clothing that I owned. I walked to the bathroom, and sat down on my stool, already tired-out from having to walk all the way across the room. I got out my tooth-brush and put some toothpaste on it. I brused my teeth, and after about 2 minutes, I washed out all of the leftover toothpaste and spit from the brush. Then, I pull my long, wispy, brown hair back into a ponytail. That was the one thing that my disease had left alone. I put on a pair of $15 boots I had gotten from Target a año back, and walked down the stairs. Nearly halfway down, I tripped on a box of pictures I made in kindergarden. I fell, step after step, until I reached the bottom. I screamed, and my Mom came rushing to the scene. I was ok, I guess. I just couldn't get up from the spot I fell down at. So my Mom helped me up, and get into the car. I sit in the passenger's seat, siguiente to my Mom just in case. We arive at the hospital in 13 minutos time. When I was being taken back, I saw a farmiliar face on a bloody, bruised, and burned body. I couldn't tell who it was at first. And then it hit me. It was my Dad.