Being 17, a junior in high school, and diagnosed with Leukemia isn't something that would make someone happy. It's hard. My name is Sarabeth. Just Sarabeth. My mom passed away from Leukemia and I am scared now. I live with my dad, older brothers Braylin, Brayson, and Braydon, and I am neighbors to the Horans. Yes. Famous Niall Horan. But he's back to finish his high school and Harry lives with him. I am American but we live in Ireland. That's me in a nutshell. Thanks!


2. The First Day Back

Sarabeth's POV

I reached over and shut my alarm off. It's Monday. I got up and found some high-waisted black jean shorts and a leopard print tank top. I slipped on my tank and then tucked it into my shorts. I slipped on a pair of leopard print ballet flats. I ran a brush through my waist length blonde hair and ran downstairs. Brayson was sitting at the island countertop eating a bagel. I laughed to myself. It's the first day of this school year and Braydon and Braylin are still sleeping. Brayson's grey eyes sparkled as he thought the same thing as me. We both got up and headed towards the other boys' rooms. We went to Braydon's room first. I sat on the edge of his bed and leaned in close to his ear. Then I yelled. "WAKE UPPPPP!!!!!" He shot straight up in his bed his blankets falling off. I laughed at his state and Brayson took a picture of hi younger triplet with messy blonde hair, wide green eyes, and no shirt.

We moved onto Braylin's room. The same thing happened except he had on a shirt. His sandy blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes as wide as quarters. We posted the pics on Facebook and tagged them in it. We waited for them and then Braylin ended up driving us to school. We got out and all four of us went our separate ways. Braylin is the oldest of the triplets and he's the soccer team captain. Brayson is the middle triplet and he's the brainy nerd. Braydon is the youngest of the three and he's the artistic one. Then there's me. I can sing, act, and dance and that's about it. I'm a junior or grade 11 and my brothers are grade 12.

I walked to the office to get my locker assignment and my class schedule. "Hello Sarabeth." Mrs. Johnson greeted me as I entered the office. "Hey! How was your summer Mrs. J?" I asked the elderly secretary. "Oh just fine. Yours?" I reached out and grabbed the papers she handed me. "Hard with out my mom." I stated looking down. Locker 121. She gave me a sympathetic look. "Well thanks! I'll see ya later Mrs. J." I walked out of the office. Just as I got out of the door someone ran into me. "Oh. Lady Sarabeth!" Niall said bowing. "Sir Niall." I laughed. "Where are you going?" He asked. "To my locker 121." I said looking down at my papers again. "Sweet! My locker is 119!" He said walking away. I walked with him and we laughed and talked in a Renaissance type of dialect. We got to our lockers and opened them up. I put my bag in there and then shut it. I looked at my first class. This year I signed up for all the dancing, singing, and acting classes I could get and my first class was show choir.

I sighed. Niall's blue eyes looked at me. "What?" I showed him my schedule. "Show choir. That's fun. You have fun with that. I think Harry took that class too. So have fun." He walked the other way and I walked towards the stairs. I climbed up the first flight. I had to rearrange my bag cuz it was hurting my hands. I looked down at them. I sighed in frustration. The bruises were still there. They should have at least faded on a normal person. I finally made it up the stairs and to the classroom. When I entered the room, my foot got caught on the ripple in the carpet that has always been there and I tripped. I was the last person to enter and everyone stared at me enough as it was but tripping made everyone laugh. My bag hit the floor and slid away from me. I sighed in frustration. I sat up on my knees and began to gather everything that fell from my bag including my iPhone 5c which was the green one.

I went to reach for it at the same time that Dillon did. "Oooooh! Look what I got." He unlocked it because I didn't have an actual lock on it. "Let's see what Bethy has on her precious phone. Let's go through her petty messages." He paused as he read them trying to find the ones I knew he was gonna find. "Listen here everyone. Sarabeth told Elizabeth that 'Harry is so beautiful. Like honestly.' Omg! Bethy's got a crush on Styles!" He yelled and laughed. I felt my face turn bright red. I looked away and grabbed my stuff as he kept reading. "'I wish Harry wasn't dating that one girl Veronica. He can do so much better.' I hope you're not talking about yourself Bethy." He said as he threw my phone back at me. I didn't catch it before it hit me right in the chest. I gasped and picked it up off my lap. I slipped it back into my bag and stood up just as the teacher walked into the classroom.

"Hello everybody! My name is Mr. Hanson! I'm new here! I'm American and I love singing!" This short young looking guy said as he placed his stuff on the desk. I was still standing by the door when he looked at me. "Well aren't you going to sit down?" I looked at the chairs. "There isn't a chair that's open." I muttered. "Well then sit on the floor." I walked over and sat on the floor all by myself away from everyone. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "Okay! So who wants to go first?" Mr. Hanson looked around the room. His brown eyes ended up landing on me. "How about you Miss..." "It's just Sarabeth." I said as I stood up. He nodded. "Alright well sing some of Demons by Imagine Dragons and add your own twist to it."

I started out in a quiet falsetto.

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

I started the next line but Mr. Hanson stopped me. "Every single girl I've ever heard sing this song sings it in falsetto." He walked up to me. "But their falsetto is louder and they seem more comfortable singing it in falsetto. You're not comfortable singing in falsetto. Try it once more in the voice you're comfortable singing." I nodded. I took a deep breath. "Better yet. Class! I want you all to put your phones and iPods away and turn to look at Sarabeth. Give her your full attention." Everyone turned and looked at me. Dillon had a smug smile on his face. Just as I was about to sing again Harry freaking Styles crashed into the classroom.

"Well well well. Late on your first day back. Nice impression. Sit down please." Mr. Hanson said turning back to me. "Go ahead." He urged me on.


I started again. Closing my eyes I let my voice loose.

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide


I opened my eyes before continuing on with the next verse. Mr. Hanson stood with a huge smile on his face and Dillon sat there looking stunned as well as the rest of the class. I looked down and sat back in the corner away from everyone. Mr. Hanson was clapping and I just pulled out my phone and started playing a game. Great. Everyone now thinks I'm a singing freak.

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