My new story chapter is up and I can't wait for everyone to read it. I hope you like it!
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I'm sorry it's such a short chapter, but I thought I should post something up.

**Another chapter will be up next week**

I woke up tired and lifeless with, what looked like, bruises on my body. I screamed not knowing what was happening to me. My parents came running and looked at the size of the bruise like things on my back and arms and they rushed me to the hospital. They, the doctors, told me I had Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL) and then explained to my parents and I, what it was and where it was.

I walked out stunned of what I was told. I didn't even feel sick. I was only eleven when that had happened

The cancer, at first, got better because of chemo therapy. A year later, it started up again, and got worse, and I had to have another round of chemo. It's been getting better and worse throughout the years. It started to get better just as I was going back to school, so no one noticed, I had a few bad days, but nothing too bad. That was six years ago. My friends have no idea that I even have ALL.

The day I was told I had leukemia, I started a diary. I could probably recite the diary if I wanted to because I've read it so many times, hoping that I would never have to go back to feeling like that. I'm going to start to tell you my story a few days after I turned 17, and continue on to my last year at Hogwarts because this is a story that needs to be told.

I kept waking up in the middle of the night. My dreams kept bringing up what the doctors had told me. I kept telling myself it was only a dream. It was too bad it wasn't. A couple days later, my mom and I went to the doctor's office. We were told that the cancer was back, and that this time, chemo wouldn't help. They told us about other treatments that I could get, but I refused them. I told my mom that I was didn't want to be poked and prodded by the doctors anymore, and just wanted to go home, and spend time with my family and friends at school.

My mom didn't like my decision, but accepted it all the same. We left the hospital and I spent my days in bed sleeping, doing activities with family, and getting ready for school. This time, the leukemia felt different but I don't know how to describe the feeling.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE CHARACHTERS OF THIS STORY OR ANYTHING ELSE... JUST THE PLOT.