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Chapter 1: Life Sucks

Nessie's POV

I woke up to the sound of a dog snoring softly in my ear. It was much better than the rude awakening that I usually got from my younger sister Riley. Then again Riley always slept in on Monday. Especially the first Monday after Summer break.

I sighed and got up slowly. Trying to be extra careful not to step on the cord that connected my oxygen tube to my oxygen tank. It wouldn't be unlike me to accidentally cause my own death by tripping over the cord, effectively disconnecting the machine, and causing myself to suffocate to death.

About two years I'd been diagnosed with lung cancer. Within six months my lungs had completely stopped working on their own. The only way I could breath is by permanently wearing this oxygen tube.

For years I'd always thought that I'd be the one to die before my parents did. They were my adoptive parents. They were my parents in every single way except blood. I was adopted when I was just a baby. My parents couldn't have any children of their own so they decided to adopt and they chose me. Three years later they adopted another baby girl. My sister Riley.

I heard the sound of a dog whimpering and when I turned around I saw Bandit standing right behind. Bandit was a husky that I received from a mysterious stranger named Edward Cullen when he was just a puppy three years ago.

The mysterious Edward Cullen. Bandit wasn't the first gift that I received from the stranger that I'd never met. When I was seven years old I woke up on Christmas morning and found a book that I'd been longing for under the Christmas tree. The gift tag said that it was from someone named Edward Cullen. At first I thought it was from my parents but they assured me it wasn't them.

Over the following years I'd received several gifts from the mysterious stranger. More books, a computer, money, a cellphone, and my greatest gift Bandit. What was even more interesting is that I hadn't told anyone that I'd been wanting a Siberian Husky for a long time. So when I walked out into the yard and found the eight week old puppy there I was beyond surprised and even a little scared as I always was when I found these gifts. But there he was with his AKC papers, immunization record, and even dog food and water bowls.

Bandit was the last gift that I received from the mysterious Edward Cullen and that was three years ago. We'd moved from Los Angeles, California to Denali, Alaska not long after I got Bandit.

Not long after we moved here I got diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Yes it was terminal which meant that I was going to die. It was inevitable. I had always hoped that my parents would be at my side when I died. I thought they would always be there to comfort me and help me not be so scared.

Instead it was I who lost them. Lost them in a freak car accident just three months ago. I was a seventeen year old girl alone with terminal lung cancer. Well not totally alone I guess since I had my sister Riley. Riley was only fourteen years old. When our parents died I began taking care of her as best as I could.

Once I started cooking breakfast I heard Riley get up and come out.

"About time sleepy head we're going to be late for school,"

"Don't care," she said as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"You don't even care that it's your first day of high school?"

"You always complain about it so why should I be excited?" she countered. "It's still just school after all,"

It was hard to counter that argument. I was starting my junior year and I just couldn't wait finish the last two years of the hell known as high school. I just hoped it was my graduation and not my death that would spell the end of school for me.

"Just hurry up and go get ready when you're done. We still have to go get our schedules,"

She rolled her eyes as she scarfed down her eggs.

I sighed. Little sisters. Can't live with them and can't live without them.

We barely made it out of the house time thanks to me pestering Riley to death. I groaned when I pulled into the parking lot and the first person I saw was Angie. I hoped to God that she wouldn't see me when I got out but of course luck wasn't on my side.

"Oh look the freak show is back and she's brought her little sister along this time," she laughed as did the rest of her friends.

I took extra care when I walked past Angie. She'd 'accidentally' disconnected my breathing tube from the oxygen machine way too many times. Something about me gasping for air brought her so much pleasure.

As I was walking toward the school I saw several new kids getting out of their cars. I sighed as they all stared at me. Probably wondering who the freak with the oxygen tank was because that's what everyone thought.

The way they were looking at me though was weird. It was like they knew me or something. It was kind of starting to freak me out.

Oh well. Time to start this stupid godawful day. Jesus Christ my life sucks!

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