When I got home from the library I went straight to bed, exhausted from the day's events.
I woke up, my head spinning still trying to cope with everything that had happened. Maybe it had all been a dream? "Good morning darling, are you okay?" Mom came into my room, her eyes looked puffy and tired like she had been crying all night.
"Yeah I'm okay, why wouldn't I be?" I gave mom a puzzled look. "That's good.. Well considering what happened yesterday I just thought.." "Ugh I thought it was a dream.." I annoyingly punched a fist against my pillow.. No it was real, everything was real.
Mom slowly tip toed out of my room.
At least the boy I met was real. Michael Clifford; he was quite interesting, and he seemed genuine. I decided to stay in bed; I found the book Michael gave me about the Ninja Turtles. I opened the book; a small piece of paper fell out of it. "When you're done, give me a call"
Under the sentence a number was scribbled down. It was kind of cute, when I finished the book I could tell him how lame it was.
In an hour I had finished the book, it wasn't bad but it just wasn't my cup of tea.. Maybe I could learn to like it a bit more? I looked at the piece of paper; should I call him now? Maybe I should wait a day more..
Oh what the hell, I'll just call him now, get it over with. I dialled the number on my phone.. A few rings later someone picked up the phone "Hello, who's speaking?" The familiar voice said "Me, oh sorry, Ahem.. Jane Carter speaking, Michael?" I awkwardly coughed out the words.
"Jane Carter.. I'm sorry I haven't finished your book yet, but I assume you've finished mine? Well it's not really the hardest or longest book to read" Michael lightly chuckled clearing his throat.
"Yeah, less than thirty minutes, haha" I smiled to myself "Is that so? Well, next time I'll give you a harder one"
"Next time? Are we starting a book club now?" I laughed slightly confused. "Hey, that would actually be a great idea!" Michael shouted into the phone, I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Alright, book club it is then" I said staring at the book he had given me. "This is so cool Jane Carter!" He said, I could feel his charming smile through the phone.
"I'm glad.. I gotta go, I'm feeling tired. Talk to you soon Michael" feeling tired my eyes were heavily flickering. "Okay, tomorrow at the library?" Michael said the last words before hanging up. My eyelids were feeling heavier.
"Zzzzzzz" was all you could hear coming from my mouth.
My mom had definitively decided that I was no longer to attend school, she thought it would be too hard for me, because of my illness. It wasn't like I had any friends, so what was there to miss?
The day went slowly, all I did was watch Netflix and drown myself in my own pity party. Why pity myself? I'd be fine, next week when chemo would begin it would be better. I'd probably be cured in no time.
My phone suddenly buzzed. The name that popped up on the screen was Michael Clifford.
Michael Clifford - hi, we still on for today?
Me - yea, what time?
Michael Clifford - 3?
Me - okay, deal..
Michael Clifford - I'm actually glad we met.. You know I'm almost done with Little Women, it's quite good to be honest xx
Me - really? Cool! I'm glad we met as well ;)
Michael Clifford - awesome, see you later Jane Carter! x
I went back to watching American Horror Story. It was one of my favourite TV shows. I had always loved horror, both movies and TV shows. I wasn't really into the romantic comedies and all the sappy love stories. When it came to movies it had to be action, scary and exciting.
It was almost 2 so I decided so get up from my bed and have a shower. I put on some clothes and a tiny bit of makeup. I wore a cozy sweater and a pair of blue jeans, as paired it with a pair of brown boots. My hair was quickly thrown into a braid hanging down my back.
Ready to go.. The time was now a quarter to three, I jumped into my car and sped off to the library. As I arrived at the library, I sat in the car for a few seconds studying my face in the rearview mirror. My green eyes looked tired and my dirty blonde hair looked faded. I was a washed out version of myself. It didn't even feel like I was me anymore.
Walking towards the library my head started to ache, it felt as if it might've exploded. I breathed in heavily and opened the door walking inside the library.
Michael was sitting with his back facing me as I walked in. He didn't seem to notice someone came in through the door. I went over to him and covered his eyes with my hands. "Guess who?"
"Sounds like a pretty girl.. Must be Jane Carter!" Michael removed my hands from his face and turned around eyeing me. "It is you!" He smiled and stood up. "Hi Michael, how are you?" My bag slid down my arm and landed on the table in front of me.
"Good, you?" Michael straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his wild hair. "To be honest not so good, my head's hurting a bit, but don't worry I'll be fine" we both sit down at the table and bring out books. "I'm sorry, just tell me if you need anything" he looked at me with narrow eyes "Okay let's start.. I've finally read the last of this book" he held up Little Women patting the cover.
He seemed so cool, yet at the same time extremely awkward. His eyes lit up when he talked about the Ninja Turtles book. I couldn't help but smile, it was so sweet to watch.
"Okay, the honest truth, what is your thoughts on this book?" Michael looked at me seriously and grinned widely. "I don't know, it's not really thought provoking. It was alright I guess not the best book I've read but it was fine" the words hesitantly found their way out of my mouth.
He disappointedly looked down and put a hand on his chest "That wasn't exactly what I'd expected, but I guess I can't blame you. At least you read it which is really cool of you" his smile grew bigger and I knew he was only joking about acting disappointed.
"So.. Your turn.."
"Little Women, actually a very good book.. It's a little bit girly to me, but I actually cried when Beth died" Michael pretended to wipe a tear away, I chuckled covering my mouth with a hand.
"Aw You did?" I smiled lightly looking at him. "No I'm just teasing you.. Haha."
"I just thought you were a sensitive guy.." I face palmed myself laughing "I am though!" He looked serious and then grinned. I was beginning to like him, he was the first friend I'd had since kindergarten. He made my worries go away, my thoughts about the illness seemed far away and thank god for that, I didn't want to think about it.
"Maybe we could check out the movie for Little Women someday?" Michael looked nervously around the room as if what he said was weird, I simply nodded and stated "Sure, that would be nice.."
We sat at the library for many hours talking about ourselves, what our lives were like and what kind of things we liked to do.