Imagine a brown eyed girl in a hospital bed. Tubes sticking into her arms and nose. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing heavily,she's sleeping of course. Her blonde, wavy hair falling carelessy around her petite shoulders. This girl is named Clair. Clair is diagnosed with cancer. A cancer so rare the doctors do not know of a cure.
This is Her Story
Chapter 1
"So what are we going to do this weekend?" my best friend Tyler asked me Friday during lunch. We were sitting on the brick دیوار of the soccer field. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was blowing our hair. It was oddly quiet, even though people were laughing and eating their lunch. I only heard a buzz from them. I learned how to block noises out from home.
Tyler was sitting across from me. Legs dangling off the side of the wall. His black hair covered his eyes, which was the winds fault. His hair always was off to the side. His blue eyes shining in the sunlight, if آپ could see them. People thought Tyler was dangerous. He came to McCumberland High School a new kid, which were treated like outcasts until someone was brave enough to talk to them. He came to my freshman class and sat behind me during first period english. I could see it then that he was going to go through hell. My class is very critical, if your not like them then your considered weird.
I've never been the one to go with the crowd and had my own clique of friends. Which contained only me. When class let out early we had 5 منٹ befor the گھنٹی, بیل rang. I turned around and introduced myself 'Hey im Clair' i told him.
'Tyler' he replied.
And from that دن on we've been دوستوں ever since.
I shrugged,coming back to reality and taking a bite out of my ham and cheese sandwhich. "Not sure Mom has to work and so does dad. So maybe آپ could come over and we could hang out." I کہا after i swallowed.
He smiled. "Your house is way مزید fun than mine."
"At least آپ see your parents. When i see mine they always fight." Which was true. They would fight over everything and anything under the sun,including me.
"Not all the time. My parents are off on buisness this weekend." He said. His parents worked with the Stock Market and taveled often but still had enough time for him. I liked his family. His mom always smiled and his dad was hilarious. I loved hanging out there.
I shrugged and smiled. " Then i guess we're going to my house this weekend."
HE smiled his crooked smile which always made my دل skip a beat. "I guess" He کہا as the گھنٹی, بیل rang.
We both jumped down and grabbed our bookbags. After throwing our trash away. We walked to German. That weekend was the last of the happines i remember.
This is Her Story
Chapter 1
"So what are we going to do this weekend?" my best friend Tyler asked me Friday during lunch. We were sitting on the brick دیوار of the soccer field. The sun was high in the sky and the wind was blowing our hair. It was oddly quiet, even though people were laughing and eating their lunch. I only heard a buzz from them. I learned how to block noises out from home.
Tyler was sitting across from me. Legs dangling off the side of the wall. His black hair covered his eyes, which was the winds fault. His hair always was off to the side. His blue eyes shining in the sunlight, if آپ could see them. People thought Tyler was dangerous. He came to McCumberland High School a new kid, which were treated like outcasts until someone was brave enough to talk to them. He came to my freshman class and sat behind me during first period english. I could see it then that he was going to go through hell. My class is very critical, if your not like them then your considered weird.
I've never been the one to go with the crowd and had my own clique of friends. Which contained only me. When class let out early we had 5 منٹ befor the گھنٹی, بیل rang. I turned around and introduced myself 'Hey im Clair' i told him.
'Tyler' he replied.
And from that دن on we've been دوستوں ever since.
I shrugged,coming back to reality and taking a bite out of my ham and cheese sandwhich. "Not sure Mom has to work and so does dad. So maybe آپ could come over and we could hang out." I کہا after i swallowed.
He smiled. "Your house is way مزید fun than mine."
"At least آپ see your parents. When i see mine they always fight." Which was true. They would fight over everything and anything under the sun,including me.
"Not all the time. My parents are off on buisness this weekend." He said. His parents worked with the Stock Market and taveled often but still had enough time for him. I liked his family. His mom always smiled and his dad was hilarious. I loved hanging out there.
I shrugged and smiled. " Then i guess we're going to my house this weekend."
HE smiled his crooked smile which always made my دل skip a beat. "I guess" He کہا as the گھنٹی, بیل rang.
We both jumped down and grabbed our bookbags. After throwing our trash away. We walked to German. That weekend was the last of the happines i remember.
“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the آگ کے, آگ out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let آپ go”
“He’ll kill آپ either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t love me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he کہا hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If آپ really love him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the آگ کے, آگ out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let آپ go”
“He’ll kill آپ either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t love me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he کہا hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If آپ really love him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t آپ hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t آپ recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he کہا breathless. “How did آپ find me? What are آپ doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need آپ to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t آپ hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t آپ recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he کہا breathless. “How did آپ find me? What are آپ doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need آپ to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
