"Mr. And Mrs. Calendine. We ran some test. I'm sorry but..." And that, dear friend, was the sentence that led to the sudden plight of Rosalie Calendines life. Well the beginning anyway, she zoned out knowing it didn't take rocket science to know the rest of that unfortunate conversation. She had bit cancer in the ass. Or was it she took a bite out of cancer? All the same thing anyway, right? Rosalie was fifteen when she was diagnosed with Leukemia. Of course she was shocked. Actually shocked was an understatement really. That much proved so as she sat on the edge of the hospital bed staring at the floor with a blank face. Her mother falling into her fathers arms, his work shirt damp with her river of tears. I guess when you find out your kid has cancer a thing such as standing up seems almost foreign. In this case, responding was the only thing impossible for Rose to do. That was what consisted of the next two years. Impossible responses to her diagnosis and constant panic attacks from her mother. Fortunately, enough her mother was able to regain her santity after a few months and got her shit together. Of course, that was only because she decided to leave and start a new life elsewhere. That was a story for another day. Yet, for now Rosalie was dying and her father was stronger than ever. Kind of. Rosalie was now sixteen going to seventeen in less than a week and just having moved to some place in Washington. Cold and always gloomy. Dad was against it at first but for once Rosalie could fit in, with her skin getting paler by the day and all. At least here she wouldn't have to answer any questions."Rosalie! You have exactly tw-" Before Michael- Rosalies dad -could finish his sentence Rosalie hopped off the last stair with a big toothy grin. "No need. I would like to avoid any butt wipings as long as I live." She began her way over but stopped in her path, a pale finger held up in exaggerated thought. "Which from Dr. Kyles lovely input shouldn't be too long from now." Offering a small wink Rose went over to the table and plucked up a strip of bacon. Okay, so Rosalie used humor as a defense against her sickness. Sue her? Throughout all of this she somehow seemed to remain calm and brave as the doctors would call it. If only they knew. Earning a sad sigh from her father she grabbed her bag and walked over to the door. "Now now, Rosalie Calendine you need to finish your breakfast before you set one more foot out door! The doctor specifically sai-""The doctor says a lot of things, dad." Rose sighed, a tired smile on her lips. "Some of which aren't true. Like how I was supposed to be dead a year ago. Remember? Besides, I'm trying to watch my figure, you know?" Yep, that about did it. Not being able to hold it in anymore Rosalies father looked away, a shaky breath escaping him. "Oh dad." Now at his side Rosalie turned him to face her, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "I'm sorry. Just stressed about the big day. I promise I'll be just fine." Looking down at his daughter Michaels identical green eyes wavered. She was so different now. Looked so different now. His nickname for her was Rosie from the glowing pink color she had in her cheeks. She lost that now. She was thinning out and somehow she looked both frail and never more strong. She was growing up. Yet, these were the perks of growing up while dying at the same time. He couldn't change that. No matter how much he tried."Okay. I love you.""I love you too, daddy." Placing a soft kiss on his cheek she swirled round and ran towards the door."I coukd give you a ride! I mean it's not too much trouble!" He called out. Onlyi offering a small giggle she then ran out towards the car and then made her way to her new school.
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