Story of My Life

My name's Lorena.
I'm 16 years old.
This is the Story of My Life.

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3. A Rough Start

If you're getting bored, then okay stop reading. But if you want to keep going, then be my guest.

So, I was scared starting 2nd grade at a new school where I knew no one. Lucky for me, on the bus (which before then I have never even set foot on) a girl my age smiled and asked me if I wanted to sit with her. Her name was Adrienne and she became my absolute best friend.

In 3rd grade, midway through the year, my family received news that broke us; my sister had cancer. She was 12 and in 7th grade at the point, I was 9. I couldn't comprehend what was happening and it seemed as if everyone just pushed me aside and I was invisible.*

In 4th grade, only a few months after news of my sister's diagnosis, Adrienne was diagnosed with the same type of cancer. I was heartbroken. The two people I loved the most were sick. At this point, my sister was out of the hospital for six months but still had regular check ups. 

The summer between 3rd and 4th grade was the first year I went to a special camp called Ronald McDonald camp where kids with cancer can go to a sleepaway camp for one week and have an amazing time. It's also for one sibling which is why I got to go. The summer between 4th and 5th grade was my 2nd year going to this amazing camp, which became my home away from home and the kids became my family. It was also Adrienne's first- and last- year.

October of 5th grade, Adrienne passed away. She lost her battle and I was done for. I refused to eat and I refused to talk to anyone or go to school. For a week straight all I did was cry, think of all our wonderful memories, then cry some more. 

6th grade was better. I was friends with a lot of people and I was enjoying music. I played the flute 4th-6th grade for the school band. 6th grade was really the year I started to enjoy writing and began writing my stories. 

All the summers between, I kept going to camp. The summer between 5th and 6th was the worst because I had to break the news to my camp friends and I spent the entire week crying. The summer between 6th and 7th was better, but 7th grade itself was a nightmare.

 

 

*If you want to read my story about coping with my sister's cancer, then leave a comment below. If i get a certain number of comments, I'll post it (:

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