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Joy! I'm a Creature Banana

Marj/Marjoured/ Glenda. Born on October 11, 1990. Certified Libra. A Fourth year student. Wannabe Atenean, Thomasian, Fighting Maroon, Lasallian. Loner. Misunderstood. Certified Bookworm. Likes all subjects except PHYSICS. Has a distant past. Frequents all the so-called "MASA" places. Has a short temper and one-track mind that goes well together. Word lover, number hater.The so-called "shock absorber" of the class. More?

I watch myself wither in silence…

I hoped to wake up into a fresh new start…

But I had awoke in the ER and I heard these words…

“She’s not gonna make it…”

As I sit in my wheelchair, I began to feel the sense of helplessness. This feeling has
never left me since I was rushed here, 3 months ago, shaking and shivering, into
the emergency room…I can still hear the doctor’s calm voice when he told my parents,
“She’s not gonna make it…” I felt the whole world caved in on me…I was helpless.
Alone.

The doctors have not approved me to go out of the hospital. It is my home for 4 months
already. Sometimes my parents would stay with me, but most of the time, they are
frantically busy. Sometimes friends would drop by and say hello. At least I know I’m not alone. Lucky me.

Six weeks later…

I am getting ready to go out of the hospital. My home for 4 months. The doctors said that I must get my affairs in order. I was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease. The disease is terminal, which means to say I will soon die from it. Most of my friends have not known it yet. I intentionally did not tell them. I don’t want them to be sad for me. Especially Tim.
My bf. He’s a sensitive guy. Usually, he often picks fights with his classmates. You see, Tim is younger than me by about a year. He’s in 2nd year high school. I’m in third year. In the star section. I have good classmates. They care so much for me. I have friends too.
I’ve known them for almost 3 years. Actually, I have two friends who I’ve already known for almost 6 years. Of course they know about this. Well, Tim’s kind of possessive to me. He always wants to see me always. He wants to be with me always. But it was kind of disturbing especially when I have to pair up with my boy classmates for projects. He always picks fights with them. He is really aggressive and tactless.

I do not know how I managed to tolerate him. All I know is, I’ve fallen in love with him. I never kissed him on the lips. He had never expressed his desire to do so and that’s fine with me. He kissed me on the cheeks a couple of times. But we never kissed each other on the lips. And we never make fuzz about it.

I almost forgot. I never told Tim about my sickness. And I only have about a week to live and get everything in order. And as I worry how would I tell him about my condition, a pair of hands grabbed me by the shoulders and as I turn around to see who it was, I saw…