It's a Friday, and I'm feeling great. I haven't had a headache for a few days, I finished taking the finals for all my classes, school's almost out (three school days left), and later on tonight I'm going out to Karaoke Dokie with my friends.

Currently, I'm in the car with my mom listening to Kiss FM, on the way to the doctor's. I had been having frequent headaches, and threw up quite a bit in the past few weeks. Trina joked around that I was pregnant, which made my parents grow suspicious. They went bonkers. I tried to assure them that it was literally impossible that I could be pregnant (I've actually never had sex before…), but they didn't believe me.

My dad had grabbed his shot gun from its safe, and demanded the addresses of Beck, Andre, and Robbie. We all gave him weird looks when he said Robbie…The moment was actually pretty hilarious if I'm being honest. A little scary…but hilarious. After taking several pregnancy tests, at the request of my parents, they were finally assured that I was not pregnant.

Then, my mom took me to the doctor the next day. After a thorough examination, and several questions, he prescribed me some pills. He said that it was nothing to worry about, and that I should be fine in a week or so. Then he took some scans just to take precaution, but reassured us again that there was nothing to worry about.

I believed him, and didn't worry one bit. The pills actually helped. I knew I was going to be fine…my mom on the other hand…she was tense. She tried to hide her concern, so that I wouldn't worry, but I know her well, and I saw that she was anxious.

So now we are going to the doctor's again, so that he could give us the results from the scans he took a couple days prior. I lay my head back on the seat, and shut my eyes enjoying the music. I have nothing to worry about.

When we get there, my mom wakes me up and we meet with Doctor Rodriguez again. He shakes our hands in greeting, and then we sit. I notice that his eyes lack their usual spark, and his smile is small and polite rather than happy and friendly. He seems tense. I brush it off, thinking that he might be having a long day, or he's constipated or something.

It's quiet for a minute, and then he finally clears his throat and speaks. "I looked over the scans…and I found something…" Something? Uh oh…

"What do you mean?" My mom asks, instantaneously.

The doctor sighs. "There's no easy way of saying this…We spotted a tumor…"

The doctor continues speaking, but I stop listening. This can't be true. This can't be. My mom is asking a bunch of questions and tears are running down her face in thick streams. The doctor is answering her questions, and keeps apologizing…but I'm still not listening. I can't.

Then he says something that stands out. Something I actually hear. "… She only has the summer…'

My summer break. That's all I have left. I let my own tears fall, as a really good day quickly turns into the worst day.