Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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Thread Topic: Manderoo~. c: That's my new nickname for you.
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And I have to go for beloved meal time. .3. Hoopflah, killing Passover dinner and Good Friday with one stone. I shall be back in 30 minutes.
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Name: Jenifer (Jen/Jenny)
Age: 17
Other: She's not as religious as Chris, barely believes in God. She's been taking care of Chris for a few years. She writes songs and poetry. -
Okie.
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Ello. I just grabbed some matzo. Real dinner will be later, apparently.
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Yay! c:
Not it. -
c; Of course. Flashbacks are in italics. Letters are in bold and italics.
The doctor walked back into the white room, a grave expression on his face.
"I'm sorry. We've just gotten the results back from the lab. You have leukemia, Christopher."
The young boy stared blankly at the doctor as his mother broke down into tears. He knew this had happened for a reason. He remained silent, sitting still in his plastic chair.
"Mommy, Mommy... It's okay. God has plans for me." He wrapped his thin arms around his mother, hugging her tightly. Her tears stained his red Nike shirt.
Later that day, Christopher wrote a letter, his first letter to God.
Dear God,
Please help my mother fight through the pain. Please help all of those people out there like me know that You will keep them safe in Your arms. Please help people around the world receive better lives and move on to be successful. And God? I hope Jenny gets an A on her test tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Chris -
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Jenifer sat outside in her backyard before school. She remembered her mother telling her that Chris had to go to the doctor's, so he wouldn't be at school.
It disappointed her, he was her only friend. All the other kids were mean and nasty, always making fun of her and stealing her lunch. He was the only nice one to her. She sighed, ready to face the day, and her test. Which she forgot to study on. -
(Love your name. ;D)
The mother sat him down at the table, sighing, holding back tears.
"Christopher, you're going to get through this, okay? Don't be scared. We'll do whatever we have to do to keep you alive."
The blond shook his head. "No, Mommy. Let God carry out his plan. He knows what He's doing."
His mother took in a huge breath, agitated. "God will not take my only son away from me! Stop talking like that! I need you!" She was hollering, tears once again streaming down her cheeks.
"Listen to me, Mom. Please... God has a plan -"
"DO YOU THINK I CARE WHAT GOD HAS IN STORE FOR YOU?! HE'S A MONSTER, TAKING AWAY A YOUNG BOY LIKE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" His mother once again succumbed to the sudden waterfall of tears.
Without a word, Christopher rose out of the wooden chair and walked up to his room. His expression was blank, his eyes dead. "No one will understand," he murmured behind his closed door. "No one ever understands." -
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Jenifer sat in class, alone at her table she usually sat with Chris at. She ignored all the snickers and giggles and laughs. Obviously the other students making fun of her and talking behind her back.
Suddenly, one of the girls who always tripped her in the hallway came up, and sat down beside her. A smirk on her face.
"Hello, Jenny." She said, still smirking.
Jenifer growled. "What do you want?" She said rather shyly, even after her growl.
"Where's your boyfriend?" She asked, innocently.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Jenifer countered, turning bright red. "And why would you care, anyways?"
The girl snickered. "I was just wondering, you must be so lonely-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Jenifer stood up and slapped her. "Jerk." She chocked out, before running to the bathroom, locking the door, and bursting into tears. "W-Why God...why me?" She sobbed into her sleeve. -
Christopher gathered up his books into his backpack, quickly changing into his school uniform. He didn't care if he was sick. He needed to be strong. He slipped down the stairs and past his mother.
"Where are you going!?"
"School," he replied bluntly, running out of the front door. As far as he knew, his mother made no move to stop him. She had already notified the teachers. If anything happened, she'd be ready to pick him up.
Christopher ran down the sidewalk, his footsteps echoing loudly off of the houses across the street. Soon he reached the school, out of breath and light headed. He stopped short, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment. Once he regained his coordination, he walked inside.
It was lunch period, so he immediately headed to the table he usually shared with Jenifer. He set his backpack down, confused. She wasn't there.
"Are you looking for her?" a girl he'd seen before asked, smirking.
He nodded, eyeing her strangely.
"She went to the girls' bathroom. The idiot slapped me." Christopher glared at her, his eyes like daggers, before rushing out of the room. -
Unholyangel NewbieJenifer wiped her eyes, before standing up and looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and she couldn't stop sniffling. "Stupid crying, weakness." She hissed to herself. She had showed weakness to that girl, which is what she wanted. To see her weakness.
Jenifer grabbed her backpack, pulling out some cloths and trying to make herself look as normal as possible. Fixing her messed up hair, and splashing cold water on her face. -
Christopher sat across the hall from the girls' bathroom, waiting. He obviously couldn't go in, for it was prohibited. He'd have to wait until Jenifer decided to exit to break the news... He wondered how she would react.
"Maybe she'll understand..." he whispered, listening to his voice. It was quiet, weak. His body was far from breaking down, but it felt as though it was already starting to deteriorate. -
Jenifer finally decided to suck it up, wiping her eyes once more. She straightened her clothing before walking out.
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"Hi," he whispered, standing up. His eyes scanned over his friend. Red puffy eyes... She had been crying. He bit his lip, wondering if he should tell her just yet. Using his mother's reaction as reference, he nearly decided not to reveal the news. But it would hurt her more if he were to go quickly and she was to not have a clue why...
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"Oh...hey.." She said. Not sure to react, he seemed to be hiding something. "How was the doctor's..?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't notice she had been crying like a weakling.
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