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February 10, 2009
By Kelsey Hill BRONZE, State University, Arkansas
Kelsey Hill BRONZE, State University, Arkansas
2 articles 1 photo 1 comment

The eyeliner makes the dark circles less pronounced. The lip gloss hides the trembling. The ponytail conceals missing patches of hair. The Abercrombie sweater covers bruises. I might look at bit thinner, but everyone will ask about my new diet. My hair might not shine the way it used to, but the pink ribbon will distract curious eyes. One hour of preparation and I look like myself. One hour of preparation and no one will know. One hour out of 24. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it – wasting a twenty-fourth of my day on a lie. But then I see my wispy hair and baggy eyes, and I have to do it.

Checking my makeup one last time, I push my sleeves up, though not past my elbows. I slip on a cute pair of flats – heels are too dangerous with shaky legs – and grab my Hollister bag. Padding downstairs, I inhale the scent of waffles and syrup.

“Morning, Mom,” I call.

“Morning, baby,” she chirps. “Did you sleep well?”

“Better than I have been.”

She sighs, and her eyes look a hundred years old for a minute. “Any improvement is good,” she says half-heartedly.

“Of course.”

“I made waffles.” Her offering.

“Thanks, Mom. Smells delicious.” My offering.

I sit at the table and she hands me a plate. The thought of all that food turns my stomach, but I force a smile and thank my mother again. She busies herself at the sink and fills the silence with chatter. When she turns around, she takes in the waffles still on my plate, only missing a few bites. I smile apologetically.

“I’m not very hungry this morning.”

“You’ll need your strength for this afternoon.” She bites her lip. She doesn’t like to bring it up over breakfast. I eat another bite.

“I packed your lunch.”

“I’m 18, Mom. I can pack my own lunch. You have more important things to do.”

She reaches for the paper sack. “But now I know you’ll have something to eat. And you need to eat, okay? You have to keep your strength up.”

Sighing, I take the bag. I know this peanut butter and jelly sandwich won’t be eaten, not any more than the one yesterday or the day before. And even if I do eat it, I’ll just throw it up later. Anything consumed after 11 ends up in a plastic basin at 4:07. It’s just the way it works.

“Hon, have you thought about what I said the other day?” she asks.

I shrug noncommittally.

“Sweetheart, you can’t hide this forever. Eventually you’re going to miss school and people will start asking questions.”

“Mom, I have two months left of high school. I can make it ’til then. I’m class president and probably valedictorian. I was voted ‘Most popular,’ ‘Most fun to be around,’ ‘Best smile,’ and ‘Most likely to succeed.’ I’m the girl who’s got it all together. People don’t want to know that the girl who’s got it all together, doesn’t have it all together. People don’t want to know that girl is dying!”

“Honey, don’t say that. You’re not dying.”

“Yes, I am. I have cancer. You heard Dr. Morrison. I have maybe a year left. But that means I can graduate and then never see those people again. I’ll die and they’ll feel sorry for me, but at least I won’t have to endure their pity.”

“But …,” she tries to interrupt.

“Mom, listen to me. I don’t want to be the girl everyone looks at and whispers, ‘Look at her. Poor thing, she has cancer.’ I can’t handle that. I want to be normal. Just for these last two months.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. Just remember, it’s okay if you don’t have it all together. Sometimes things just fall apart and there’s nothing we can do.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I grab my bag and lunch and kiss her on the cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” my mom replies. This exchange, once taken for granted, is now a vital part of every morning, every afternoon, every night. Three little words, followed by four more, have come to mean more than an entire conversation. They bridge all gaps and disagreements, because we both know there is now a finite number left.

Keys in hand, I open the door and blink in the early morning sun. My silver car waits in the driveway and as I walk toward it, I check my reflection in the tinted window. Perfect.

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on Jan. 17 2010 at 12:33 pm
flare556 BRONZE, Fultonville, New York
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Favorite Quote:
I like pie!

In just one word it is: astonishing! plez write more! XDD

AveryG13 GOLD said...
on Jan. 17 2010 at 11:33 am
AveryG13 GOLD, Dexter, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"The best thing to do with the best things in life, is to give them up to those who have nothing."
- Ambrose Bierce

i LOVED this! you should definitely continue to write more for it!

on Jan. 17 2010 at 9:10 am
josiebelle SILVER, Waterford, Other
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brilliantly written!!!

Vanessa ; ) said...
on Jan. 15 2010 at 8:28 am
this was sooooooo gooood i luved it sooo much

Selena =] said...
on Jan. 15 2010 at 8:16 am
I reallii lyke dhis story, it iz tOuchiinq =]

on Jan. 10 2010 at 9:43 pm
Adrenalinejunkie52 SILVER, Sweet Home, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
geez louise!
Hot Dang!!
Wasshupp?!!? (wuh-shup)
Hey You!

It really made me think about how precious life is. How maybe someday i'll wake up and the people i love wont be there. Very touching story.

on Jan. 9 2010 at 2:48 pm
twilighter_360 GOLD, NYOB, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"A bird dosen't sing because it has an answer.A bird sings because it has a song." -- Maya Angelou

"Give peace a chance." --John Lennon

tears in the beginning, tears in the middle, tears in the end. its that good

on Jan. 7 2010 at 10:02 pm
Breakdancegrl SILVER, San Antonio, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Anything below perfection is complete and utter failure" Hugh Himwich
"What the hell is a Hufflepuff?" Dumbledore: A Very Potter Musical

Tears came, like a river

Lorenda2700 said...
on Dec. 30 2009 at 1:29 pm
Lorenda2700, New York, New York
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I love your story, it's just wonderful. You use descriptive writing and it's just wonderful that's all I can say.

on Dec. 29 2009 at 11:00 pm
sophietle BRONZE, Houston, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters." - Seneca

Wow. Beautiful language and imagery, and you bring off the sense of "perfect but not perfect" perfectly.

on Dec. 29 2009 at 11:43 am
True, it was predictable, but not completely until her mother came into the sory i didn't know if she suffered from cancer, physical abuse, self abuse, an eating disease, or sexual abuse (possibly from the father or a boyfriend). The theme is one that makes a reader uncomfortable, there is no happy ending, i say when a piece of writing brings emotion out of the reader then you know its good writing.

on Dec. 26 2009 at 10:44 pm
Leena7395 SILVER, Spring Grove, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Be who you are because those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter.

i like how the girl is handleing the situation so well. i dont know many people that are strong enough to go on through all that. great job :)

on Dec. 26 2009 at 10:10 pm
TheUnknownIsBliss GOLD, East Patchogue, New York
12 articles 0 photos 14 comments

Favorite Quote:
I would like to stay out of the box we call "normal".

Beautifully written. I completely understand the "perfect" ideal A girl that doesn't want people to feel bad for her because she has a disadvantage. My friend has the same problem. Except she is not dying anytime soon we ope ;).

on Dec. 26 2009 at 9:52 pm
lifeneedskelsy BRONZE, Chalmette, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you must drink, drink in the moments that take your breath away."

I was going back and forth in whether or not the main character was suffering Anorexia nervosa or was going through chemotherapy. Either way, both of the characters were very easy to connect to in such a short essay. Very well written, though.

on Dec. 26 2009 at 3:52 pm
cassandra_2011 PLATINUM, North Pole, Alaska
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Favorite Quote:
"Give in to love, or live in fear."

You know, I'd bet that you would like this book I read, it's called North of Beautiful. It has the same "perfect" ideal. But she doesn't have cancer, take a look. =)

on Dec. 26 2009 at 11:24 am
LeslieAnn BRONZE, Midvale, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
\\\\\\\"Dream as if you\\\\\\\'ll live forever, Live as if you\\\\\\\'ll die today\\\\\\\" \\\\\\\"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass, its about learning to dance in the rain.\\\\\\\"

I agree. I found it predictable. Maybe work on the suspence factor just a bit.

on Dec. 26 2009 at 8:21 am
sydneeharris16 DIAMOND, Auburn, Maine
76 articles 4 photos 32 comments

Favorite Quote:
we the willing, lead by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. we have done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing.

it made me want to cry. i can really connect with your main character, and her mother too. i can feel how both there pains are the same.

Prd101 BRONZE said...
on Dec. 23 2009 at 10:10 am
Prd101 BRONZE, Middletown, Delaware
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Favorite Quote:
life's too short not to live

I agree... It was very good and realistic :)

on Dec. 18 2009 at 3:28 pm
sillyaardvarkabc BRONZE, Riverside, Connecticut
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I didn't think it was predictable. I thought she had anorexia until her mother talked about how they could hide it, which wouldn't make sense.

Hulud BRONZE said...
on Dec. 17 2009 at 9:52 pm
Hulud BRONZE, Austin, Texas
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Good: Makes you wonder about the reality of those considered well-off.

Bad: Predictable. I could tell by the third line that she had cancer.