The Summer of 51 Boys
part one. comment, should i keep writing? sorry if this is
boring, its the introduction.
"Anabell, sweetie!" I looked up
from the Math book, my teacher sent home for me. My mom was
franticly tidying up the house, before her book club got here.
"Would you like to stay for the book club?" I looked at
her, and her messy curly brown hair, that even now seemed to look
better then my own, frizzy wavy brunnette mess on my head. I shook
my head. "The teachers sent alot of homework home, it's okay.
I'll be in my room." She nodded, and smiled uneasily. Miss
Overprotective Mommy. Ever since I was diognosed with acute
lukemia, Mother Dear has franticly hovered over me. I am fourteen,
and I can take care of myself, I thought. I was happy she was
finally doing something, other then hovering. A hobby would be
good. I plopped down on my bed, and leaned on my back. My eyes
wandered over to the Math book. I sighed, and just stared at the
blank white ceiling. I thought about school, which I haven't
atteneded since last week when I got my treatment. Mom gets
nervous. I heard a phone conversation, and she's considering home
schooling me. Blah. "Anab-" My moms voice was disrupted
with Kasey, My best friend. She leaped through my bedroom door, and
squeeled. "Bells!" I hugged her, and she sat next to me.
I told her all about my week, and my treatment, I told how I was
planning on stopping the treatment, but i didnt get the reaction I
expected, She looked at me sternly. "No, Bells. Why would
you?" I was quiet. I wanted to be free, without treatment in
my way, I knew I may die eaither way. I wanted to die with hair on
my head. But I didn't tell her that. I just shrugged. "Cus. I
just do. Be free and all, y'know?" She was still stern, and
her blue eyes were shot with pain, and then she opened her mouth,
but didn't speak. She cleared her throat, and stared out the window
at nothing, then whispered "What about your mom?" I
clenched my fists, forgot about that. "Err, I don't know, but
I want to live my upcoming summer to the best, not in a hospital.
WIll you help me with that?" She nodded, and with her back
turned I could still see her plotting. "Anabell?" She
turned around, "have you ever had a boyfriend?" I
shrugged. "No, unless you count kindergarden." She half
smiled "Oh yeah, we all got boyfriends for Valentines day, I
kinda remember." Then she sucked in a breath, oh god what was
she planning. She pulled out suprised every year since kindergarden
when we met, I was really lucky to have her. My greatful thoughts
were interupted. "Your gonna have boyfriends this summer, do't
worry about it Bells. Mission 50 summer boys" I gasped.
"Like someones gonna date me, 50, boys." She smiled,
showing her braces. "Don't worry about it, I got this. You
just make yourself pretty." She ran out the door, I heard her
clomp down the stairs, yell bye to my mom, and listened to the door
slam behind her, as she ran across the street to her house.
"50 boys, in one summer?" I choked the words out to
myself.
The Summer of 51 Boys part one. comment, should i keep writing?
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sydneyisamazing69 · 1 decade ago
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write write write ! , it's amazing :)