Paris Wish


3. Chapter 3

It’s Wednesday. I unplug my self from the BiPap and grab my cannula and put in my nubs into my nose. I walk into the kitchen and get a bowl and a box of cereal from the pantry. I walk over to the fridge and open it to pour some milk into my bowl and as I exit the kitchen into the living room, I grab my spoon. I’m starving. I haven’t ate since I found out I had cancer; last week. I look across the room and I see my mother sipping a cup of coffee and reading Fifty Shades of Grey. She tries to get me to read it, and I’ve never been a reading person. I turn on the TV and the screen flicks on. Mom looks up from her book and smiles over at me. I smile back with a mouthful of Honey Nut cheerio’s.

            “Today’s Wednesday. You know what that means.” She says.

            “Ughh, come on mom. This cancer stuff is torture enough; why do I have to go to Support Group? Why can’t I just stay home and sleep?  Sleeping fights cancer ya know.” I say.

            “Honey, you need to make friends, live your life OUTSIDE of the house, and you can do plenty of sleeping when you get home.”

            “But I have friends and I do live my life outside of the house and I don’t do enough sleeping.”

            “You’re going to Support Group. Period.” I sigh and turn to the TV. After a few minutes of watching TV I drift off into a deep sleep.


            “Wake up, sleepyhead.” My mom startles me. “Time to get ready,” It was then I realized I slept for 6 hours and that I was still in my pyjamas. I get up and walk to my room to get dressed then I go to the bathroom to freshen up.

            As we pull up to the church, I glance at my watch. It’s 4:56.

            “Mooooooomm, please don’t make me go in there,”

            “I’m sorry honey, but rules are rules. Now get your butt out of my car” she says. I give her a dirty look and turn to the door. I sigh one long sigh as I open the door and carry my cannula in with me.


            “So, lets go in a circle and tell each other our names, and a few things about each other.” A guy sitting on a chair at the front says. He must be the group leader.

            “Anyone? No... Okay, I will go first. My name is Adam. I’m 20 years old and I got diagnosed with cancer when I was 15. They found the cancer in my arm so as you can see…” he gestures to his half arm, “and yeah, does anyone want to go next? How about you?” he looks at me.

            “Umm okay,” I stand up, “Hi, I’m Dylan. I’m 15 and I got diagnosed with cancer a month ago and they found it in my lungs last week.” I breathe slowly through my mouth then sit back down.


            About an hour later everyone gets up, and leaves. The elevator is full and I hate stairs. I take the stairs. Just as I get to the last step, I feel like I’m going to faint. I slowly fall back…

            “Woahh there bud, maybe the stairs isn’t your thing.” I hear a voice say from behind me. I quickly regain my strength and turn around. It’s that girl from… wait who is she?

            “Who are you?” I hear myself say.

            “I’m Paris, and you are?” She shoots her hand out infront of me.

            “Dylan.” I shake her hand.

            “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Dylan,” she smiles, “but I better get going. Hey, maybe we should hang sometime?”

            “Uhh yeah, see you later.” I say with a smile. She’s beautiful, caramel coloured hair, light green eyes and a quirky personality. 

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