Pfdillyous

By: Abby, 7^th grade

“Hey chic wats up?” Send!

“O nothing just sitting here talking to u and Chelsea! Wat r u doing right now?”  

“I’m just about to tell u something that only my family knows.”

“Omg! Wat is it!”

“Well u know how I wasn’t feeling too good?”

“Yah”

“Well I want u to be the first to know that I have a serious disease called Pfdillyous”

“Wat! Can I tell my parents?”

“Sure if u feel like it. I mean it’s going to get out soon”

“Kk brb”

I started to cry. I could not understand why me of all people. I was a girl that had the biggest dream. That dream was to become a famous dancer like Alyson stoner.  Anyway there were so many things subjects filling my head. The life that I always wanted was gone I could see it floating away. I tried to grab it but I knew I couldn’t. I fell to the floor and soon saw my family looking at me from the hallway just outside my door. This disease would take over my mind and I would soon become blind. I was definitely scared and I was not ready to take on this great adventure. An adventure that was life or death. My parents came over to comfort me and my sister ran into her room with her hands over her face. That was the worst part.

          I couldn’t bare to see my sister like that. She knew that I may die because of Pfdillyous disease. I quickly dried my tears to go and talk to her. I wanted my sister to help me get through this without crying. I walked into her room and told her I could get through this because I was strong. This was a complete lie though. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. As I talked to her I felt as if I was gabbing a knife into her heart. My heart started to feel pain and I suddenly collapsed. I guess I couldn’t handle all of that stress.

          I woke up in a hospital room with an i.v. in my arm. The doctor that had brown/red poofy hair or an afro. She also had one, two, no wait three big hairy moles on her face. I think she was trying to grow mustache to go with her buck teeth and red lipstick. I sneakered when she opened her mouth to talk because she had red lipstick on her snaggle tooth. I don’t think she had any idea that I was making fun of her in my head. The ugly nurse said that I had a few visitors. I worked up enough energy to look up. When I did I saw my friend (Sarah) along with all of my family. I immediately covered my face. Although I was sick still cared about the way I looked. I mean wouldn’t you? I moved my hand from my face. I realized that they probably didn’t care about what I looked like and that they probably were just happy that I was still alive.

          “Hey how are you holding up?” mom said.

          “Alright” I said in a very weak voice.

          “So I brought some homework for you so that your grades were still high up there. Oh yah and I also brought get well cards from the class!” exclaimed Sarah.

          “Well thanks Sarah!” I said as my voice faded. I couldn’t stand the way their faces looked. They were all sad and droopy. I busted out crying. Soon after that I had enough energy to say “I’m sorry but I just can’t stop thinking that I am slowly dying but yet I’m only 11!” everyone quickly perked up. I knew that it was because of me. There was a very weird silence. During that silence I dried my tears. It seemed as if the silence lasted forever.

          “Okay well I have to go home and do homework! I will definitely see you tomorrow. Bye”

          “Bye Sarah!” still disappointed I turned to my side to grab the cards. I was expecting like 60 cards but there wasn’t there was one big one. And it was from the whole school. The card read:

Jenny we send this get well card to just say that we will miss you for as long as you’re out of school! We hope we won’t have to miss you for long! Hahahahaha…

There were signatures from 6^th grade to 8^th grade plus the whole staff including the janitors under those words. I have to admit that the card cheered me up but my disease couldn’t be healed. All I ever think about know is how much time I have to live. I started to shiver as the heart monitor started the longer beep. I had died. I or my spirit watched as the doctors tried so hard to revive me. Finally my spirit was sucked right back into my body. As I slowly awakened I heard the monitor. It was back to normal. When I opened my eyes to see my mom staring at me.

          “Where is dad?”  I said not noticing that dad was walking in through the door.

          “Honey can’t you see him standing at the door!?”

          “Well no! Not exactly!” in my head I was thinking that I was going blind and I was. Oh no this can’t be happening! It hit me. When you become blind you will not ever be able to see ever again. The nurse then walked into the room.

          “What stage of pfdillyous am I on?”  I asked curiously.

          “Well hone you are stage 3.”

          “What! I can’t be on stage 3 I have a whole life ahead of me and I promised my sister that I would be there to see here graduate in 2 years!” there were only 4 stages of pfdillyous until you die. I can’t die now. I had that huge dream to become something or someone famous. But now I can’t do that because I’m going to die. Then after those thoughts I looked at my mom then to my dad and put my hands out to hold each of their hands. Once I was touching them I said I love you! Then looked away. Mom started to rub on my forehead as I closed my brown eyes. That night I dreamed of dying a painful death with everyone I knew and loved watching and crying. Mom started shaking me and I awakened.

          “Are you okay?”

          “Um…” I thought for a moment “yah I’m fine!” this was a lie. Who could be fine after that dream?

          “Hey mom can I ask for a favor?”

          “Yes sweetie anything!”

          “Well I want you to tell the nurse that I don’t want anyone on else that isn’t on this to not visit. And please just tell those people that I am fine!”

          “Okay hone I will get right on that!”

          “Okay thanks mom you are the best!”

          I couldn’t do anything but think of that retched dream. You know the one where I died. I wondered if it meant anything. Like was it a sign that I was going to die. I started to cry once again.

          “I’m such cry baby!  Jeeze…” I said to myself.

          The night came as fast as the disease did. Before I went to sleep I closed my eyes and bowed my head to ask god why just why he had done this to me. Then before I could say anymore I was fast asleep.

          That night I didn’t have any kind of dream. Then I woke up not in the hospital room but in a wonderful magical place…then I realized I was dead!

          “This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be! It’s better!”

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