ok it is about a 16 year old named stella angel mallory who has a brain tumor and terminal cancer. read-
“Um. . . Why are you staring at me?” I asked, staring right back at him. “The question is, why are you staring at me?” he answered, lifting an eyebrow. he looked almost like a cartoon the way the light from the window hit his face. “‘Cause you’re staring at me.” I said. He walked across the room to me. “Well, it doesn’t matter. Your mother told me to bring you this.” He held out a piece of apple flavored Dubble Bubble bubblegum. I could feel as my eyes lit up at the sight of my favorite gum. I chewed it all the time when I was a little kid. I reached out to take it, but when my hand touched his, I instinctively recoiled my arm away from the cold. He sat down on the foldable chair to my right, the one Caralyn would sit in when she visited. He sighed. “You know there is no cure.” “Yea, I kinda figured that out when you guys didn’t give me chemotherapy or whatever,” I said, a little smile tugging at a corner of my mouth. “There is one way I can save your life, but I wouldn’t call it a cure.” Dr. M said, looking down, then bringing his face back up to look at me. I tilted my head, wondering what he meant. Pictures flashed through my head, mostly of me being cured, ending with a pic of Caralyn. “I would do anything,” I said, “as long as my mom knows what I’m doing.” Dr. M grimaced, deciding what to say next. “Ok, I’ll tell you the ‘cure’. But you cannot tell anyone. Got it?” He said. I nodded my head, wondering what it was. He backed up a bit, i have no clue why, and he started speaking. “Now, don’t scream. It won’t do any good to what I am.”
I just stared. Why would I scream? What’s so scary about a flippin’ doctor? I thought to myself as his words sank in. He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and started talking. “I’m a vampire.” He said, then slid the chair back more. “Why are you backing away from me? You’re the frikin’ vampire for God’s sake! I should be running and screaming with horror right now! But, as you said, it does no good to scream.” I exclaimed, not caring at all he was a vampire. He looked at me funny and said, “You don’t. . . care? You aren’t scared, or angry, or worried?” He said, sounding confused. “Uh, no, I’m not. I knew something was up when you felt that cold.” I said, laughing at his confusion. “So. . . are you going to take the risk?” He said. “What risk?” I questioned, my stomach stabbing with pain from the cancer. I winced. “To become a vampire, you know. The ‘cure’.” He answered, looking at me. I grabbed my stomach, shaking with pain. My arms trembled, my stomach retracting.
