It finally hit me. Summer was over and I was about to begin my eighth grade year at Northwest. Every morning my sisters and I got dropped off at our grandma’s house to catch the bus. It had been three months since seventh grade ended, and I did not miss the bus at all. My grandma runs a day care out of her house, so there are always several kids eating breakfast and getting ready for a long day at school. I loved my grandparents, but I seriously hated having to wake up at the crack of dawn and get dropped off there every morning. Our mom felt as if we were not old enough to be home alone when the bus dropped us off after school. So, instead of catching and taking the bus from home, we would go to grandma’s day care. I was always the one…show more content… The other little ones did not amuse me the way he did. For those two weeks I was yet again bored and listening to music until it was time to be picked up. Two weeks later I walked into my grandma’s expecting Kellen not to be there, and all the kids were painting their little hand prints on a huge piece of paper that had “Get Well Soon Kellen” written on the top. I thought to myself poor kid must have had a pretty serious eye infection. I thought nothing of it and sat down in my usual spot and started listening to music. Once my grandma was done assisting the kids in her creative and cute get well soon sign, she got my attention and pulled me aside as if she had to tell me something. She slowly told me Kellen’s parents called this morning and informed her Kellen was diagnosed with stage four neuroblastoma cancer. The words seemed to roll off her lips in slow motion. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. The wind had been knocked out of me and the next four seconds of silence felt like they were never ending. At first I had not been able to wrap my head around the actual thought, but once it set in and I realized what it all meant, I felt nauseous. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and my throat begin to swell. Fighting back the tears I knew were coming, I ran into the bathroom before any of the kids noticed. Once the door was locked and shut, I completely lost it. A stream of tears came running down my face, and I was gasping for air in between long sobs. My entire body felt like it was convulsing and I could not control it. Propped up against the wall while hugging my knees close to my chest, I let myself cry until my body could no longer produce tears and my voice was basically non-exsistant. My mind was rushing all over the place. How could such an innocent, little boy have such a disease as cancer? It was not fair. He did not deserve this.
