“Sana, hi, its Doctor Michael.” The Doc stood smug, playing with her curly brown hair; as I was emotionally dying outside. They said I was unbalanced, emotionally and physically not equip for life.

I’m nineteen. I’m the only foster-daughter of an elderly woman. I am Kimberley Fawn.

Currently I live alone; but lately people said I need to go to the mental institute. I don’t, I know that I am equip for life. I got qualifications to get a job, I got money to live, I got friends to be social…whats the problem?

“Kimberley; Kim?” I looked up, it was the Doctor. I am very convinced that the “Scientists” can read my thoughts…and they say I’m the nut job?! 

“Your tests, came back positive. You have cancer.” The doctor stood in disappointment as I sat motionless outside the office.

“Catherine?” The doctor looked back at my tearful face.

“Yes, Kim?” She sat beside me.

“What now?” I cried. Not knowing what to do with the potential two years of my live I’ve yet to live.

“Sana, your foster mother, will pick you up.” She smiled.

I waited for an hour for Sana to arrive to the hospital. Once I jumped into the old banger of a car, I cried “kill me. What is the worth of my life?” Sana looked up at me. “Coast East Institute.” She pleaded.

Coast East was an academic school for Art students who want to study some sort of science, I wanted to study Law and Physics. C.E Academy was my dream school, the duration for a degree was two years…