Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|

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12. Nineteen

Nineteen

 

"Hey."

It was the first word that had been spoken directly to me all day. All I've been hearing were whispers, whether they be snide or concern. 

I look up from the repeating white tiles, to Johnathan's smiling face.

"Hi," I say. My voice is raspy, and I cough dryly. "What's up?"

"Nothing much." Johnathan replies. My stomach turns at our awkward conversation, it sounds like something strangers would say. "How're you feeling?"

I smile, rolling my eyes and gesturing to the wheelchair I sat in. "Peachy."

"Oh. Well, that's gr- I mean, oh." He shakes his head, turning to walk beside me as we exited the school. "I'm sorry, I know you must feel awful. I'm really stupid, aren't I. I didn't mean to say that your condition is 'great'. I-" He broke off, his face crumpling.

"No, I know what you meant. And it's okay." I smile. "You're the first guy who's spoken to me all day."

"I am?" Johnathan asks. "That's... that's really sad, are you alright?"

I snort. "I don't need your sympathy."

"So, hey." Johnathan turns again, facing me. "Uh, I was wondering. Tomorrow's Friday, and I was wondering if you'd like to come to the lake with me."

"The lake?" I say. "Why?"

"Oh. Um, I mean, I, I, uh-"

A loud honk surprises us both. I look to see my mom, waving her hand impatiently from her car.

"I- I gotta go. I'll tell you tomorrow." I say, hurriedly wheeling myself to the car, too shaken to think of a response.

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