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Emily Jacobs: Have you ever had this belief that you would love to finish school, get a degree, get married, grow old together with your significant other and start a family? Well I have. It all came crashing down when I realized none of that was about to happen to me. Well nothing good ever happens to me and I know nothing good ever will, I just have to live my life to the fullest until the end. This is my story: I am Emily Jacobs, 16 years old. I live in Arizona with my father. My mother left us, so it's just him and I for now. I am 5'5 and slim with long, wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes. Luca collins: I am the school's bully or that's what I am called by others who fears me. I consider myself to be good looking, with dark brown hair and eye color that I don't even know how to name it. It's a mixture between brown and orange. I have a dimple on my chin and I am 6'3. I get away with everything and make sure no one comes in my way or they'll regret it. I don't love, I don't fall in love. I don't do relationships at all, I am more of a one night stand guy well that was until Emily jacobs the school's freak walked in my life. Now what am I going to do about it? This is my story: I am luca Collins, sixteen years old. I live in Arizona with my parents and sister. Find out more on their journey.

Chapter 1 Emily

[i (January 2. 2005) " so what do you think is the best thing for me to do right now?" I asked dr.smith who was checking my vitals to make sure everything's ok.

" what I suggest is for you to go home and spend your days happy Emily. Find some friends to hang out with, be a teenager for once until your last day on earth." I sighed and looked down.

" I don't know if I can do that. No one at my high school likes me, they make fun of me and I am very anti social." He smiled at me and patted my head.

" well it's up to you. I know you like drawing, continue with that. Anything that makes you happy." I nodded my head and look at my dad who was sitting beside me with tears in his eyes.

" how long did you say doctor?" Dad asked and I took his hand in mine so I could give him some comfort.

" a year or two maybe less. So I suggest you let her have some fun, do whatever she wants to and don't baby her too much. It's sad that you'll loose your only child soon and at such young age as well. I just want you to be there for her, if anything happens before that you have my number. Remember I'll always be her doctor." Dad nodded his head and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.

" don't worry angel, we'll get through this together." I wish that was true. I wish I didn't have to leave my dad because he's the only family I have. My mom left him when I was twelve and we've been on our own ever since. now I am sixteen years old and doesn't have long to live.

" we'll make this work." He nodded his head and started crying, praying to god that he doesn't take his only child from him.

(Three weeks later January 22, 2005)

" are you sure you're ready for this baby? We could easily turn around and forget about all of this." I smiled at him and gave him a hug. " I'm sure dad, it's just school so I can handle it. I've been bullied a lot because of the way I'm dressed and because of how quiet I am. Don't worry about me too much ok? I love you." Dad sighed and I got out of the car then made my way inside the school's building. I made my way towards the office so I could announce that I'm back in school, none of them knew the reason why I was missing from school for almost three weeks and I would like to keep it like that. I knock on the door and open it after I was told to enter.

" oh Emily you're back. It's good to see you again." I smiled at Mrs. Abraham, a nice lady in her fifties who has been there for me a lot.

" thanks Mrs. Abraham." She smiled and hands me a piece of paper.

" that slip is to be presented to the teachers once you enter class. I'll inform all of your teachers that you're back so they don't give you a hard time. Your locker is the same as always, do you remember the code?" I told her the code and she said that's it so I left and made my way towards my locker with my head down.

" oh look everyone freak show is back." Someone shouted and I shook my head and ignored him.

" yeah I don't know why she's even here, should have killed herself and do us all a favor." I felt tears pricking my eyes at that, but I fought it back. If only they knew I don't really have long to live anyway. I was diagnosed with leukemia two years ago and right now its getting worse. Sometimes I find myself fainting because of it. I threw up everything I eat which is why I'm so skinny. I weigh next to nothing since I can't keep anything down. The good thing is I still have all of my hair, I know that it will fall off soon, but I'm just glad that i still have it. I went to my locker and took out my science book and everything else I need for the rest of my class. I made my way to class trying my best to avoid everyone but luck wasn't on my side as I was tripped by one of the most popular girl in school Sasha. I rolled my eyes and got up as her friends started laughing and pointing at me. I dust myself off and took up my books that were all scattered. When I got to my class, I gave the teacher my note from Mrs. Abraham and he told me to take a seat anywhere I wanted. I nodded my head and made my way to the back of the class where I felt more comfortable. I sat down and rest my books on the desk then gave my attention to the teacher. After class, i made my way towards the bathroom so I could take a break for myself. I was starting to feel dizzy which I hated a lot. I took out my medication from my back pack and swallowed two huge pills that would help me. After my head stopped pounding, I made my way back to my locker to get rid of my science books then took out my next books for English class. After this we have a break which I'm happy about because I always draw on my break time. When I got to English class, i made my way towards a desk by the window but was stopped by one of my biggest bully's who held his hand out in my way. " sorry hag, this seat is taken. Why don't you find one at the back where you belong?" Everyone started laughing but I ignored them and made my way to the back. Luca Collins, is the one person I feared the most since he has some connections with the school. His dad practically owns it so that allowed him to get away with certain things like bullying me. He is tall, at least 6'3 with dark brown hair and the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. They are a mixture of brown and orange, I can't really tell which is which since the colors were basically mixed in with each other. He also has a dimple on his chin which is every girl's dream except mine. I can't stand him. He says mean things to me and treats me worse than everyone else all because I'm not like the girls here in school. Being in the tenth grade sucks big time, but I'm not a coward so I won't run. I'm going to spend the last of my days the way I want and no one is going to change that.

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