Pocket Full of Wishes
Chapter One
Six months earlier
I eagerly waited in the lobby of the hospital with my mom, for my yearly check up.
"Sarah Abernathy." The nurse called from a corridor. I rose up along with my mom, heading for the door.
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We were directed won a series of long, narrow hallways, before the nurse stopped at a door with a bronze plaque that read "493".
I made my way in, slipping off my Abercrombie sweatshirt and jumping on the examination table.
The nurse asked me questions about my health ever since my previous check up, and took my blood pressure, occasionally scribbling things down on her clipboard.
"The doctor will be with you in a moment." The nurse said awkwardly, walking out in a rush.
I heavily sighed, inching closer to my mom. "Mom, I feel scared." My voice quavered.
"Honey there is nothing to be afraid of. You're perfectly healthy. We go through this every year. It's nothing new." She reassured me.
I took one of my dainty hands through my sandy brown hair. My mother was right. I mean, what was there to be afraid of?
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Soon enough, the doctor scrambles in, sliding a chair in front of me, plopping his round figure on it.
"Hello, Sarah. Looks like you've grown quite a bit!" He grins. I just smile, not really knowing how to respond.
"Well it looks like today we need to draw some blood." He recalled, flipping through papers in his folder. "I'll be a second. Excuse me." He said, rising up and trotting out.
I nervously tapped my bony, cold fingers on my faded jeans.
A few seconds later, the doctor came in along with two nurses, as the began to take my blood.
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My mother and I were directed into a waiting room, having to wait about two hours.
I was twiddling my thumbs and tapping my shoes on my ground with fear. "It'll be okay sweetie." My mom said, touching my pale skin. For some reason, my skin had become a lot pale these past few months.
"Sarah." The doctor said with an uncertain glint in his eye. He directed us into a small room, that was decorated with fish wallpaper, along with a fish mobile hanging from the ceiling. "Well, it looks like I have some bad news for you." The doctor shook his head.
"Bad news?" I piped up, raised my thin eyebrows. My mom took my hand, rubbing her thumb over it.
"Sarah, you have leukemia."