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Chapter 12
Stress
“Your healing quiet well, Destiny,” my doctor tells me, flipping through my notes.
“I wasn’t in pain when I came here,” I told him, my jaw clenched. I and my doctor have never had a good relationship, since Dorothy died he never believed in my psychic power, sending me to thousands of counselors.
“Destiny…” he paused. “You fainted during class, it was bound to happen, with the stress sprung upon you.”
“I’m not going to another counselor,” I say, knowing he was going to lead there soon.
He sighed. “I think it’s best.”
“You did the other times, look where that’s got you.” I tell him, he and I both knowing it was true.
He shook his head. “Fine, but I advise extra rest, te should stay home for the successivo few days to calm down.”
“I’m not stressed.” I insist.
“I highly disagree,” he flipped through his notes. “You haven’t been paying attention in class, te barely eat anymore, look at yourself, your super skinny.”
“I’m always skinny.”
“Not this skinny, and your parents have informed me that this isn’t the first time you’ve passed out, they told me te haven’t been sleeping well.”
“And te and I both know why,” I say, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“Daydreams and nightmares,” he waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter, te need rest and good food, it’s why we’ve been keeping te here, and as I detto your healing quite well.”
“I’m fine!”
“You’ve gain meat on your shoulders, you’ve been sleeping better, and you’ve been isolated from stress inducers, like the news Your not caring what happens to your body, te need to take better care.”
“I’m. Not. Stressed.”
Taking strands of my hair, he showed me, some strands blonde others gray. “This says otherwise.”
Chapter 12
Stress
“Your healing quiet well, Destiny,” my doctor tells me, flipping through my notes.
“I wasn’t in pain when I came here,” I told him, my jaw clenched. I and my doctor have never had a good relationship, since Dorothy died he never believed in my psychic power, sending me to thousands of counselors.
“Destiny…” he paused. “You fainted during class, it was bound to happen, with the stress sprung upon you.”
“I’m not going to another counselor,” I say, knowing he was going to lead there soon.
He sighed. “I think it’s best.”
“You did the other times, look where that’s got you.” I tell him, he and I both knowing it was true.
He shook his head. “Fine, but I advise extra rest, te should stay home for the successivo few days to calm down.”
“I’m not stressed.” I insist.
“I highly disagree,” he flipped through his notes. “You haven’t been paying attention in class, te barely eat anymore, look at yourself, your super skinny.”
“I’m always skinny.”
“Not this skinny, and your parents have informed me that this isn’t the first time you’ve passed out, they told me te haven’t been sleeping well.”
“And te and I both know why,” I say, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“Daydreams and nightmares,” he waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter, te need rest and good food, it’s why we’ve been keeping te here, and as I detto your healing quite well.”
“I’m fine!”
“You’ve gain meat on your shoulders, you’ve been sleeping better, and you’ve been isolated from stress inducers, like the news Your not caring what happens to your body, te need to take better care.”
“I’m. Not. Stressed.”
Taking strands of my hair, he showed me, some strands blonde others gray. “This says otherwise.”
Tell me darling why te cry,
Your tears stain the letto te lay upon
Could it be te miss the ones te clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to da a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can te rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can te be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the letto te lay upon
Could it be te miss the ones te clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to da a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can te rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can te be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much te can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the giorno to fall
And nobody's gonna push te down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep te away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.
Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little tartaruga on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.
I stood da you,
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always da your side.
I protected you,
Never let te down when
Things got rough,
I stood da you
Through giorno and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand da me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Ever so proudly,
In the darkness of war,
Never betraying you,
Always da your side.
I protected you,
Never let te down when
Things got rough,
I stood da you
Through giorno and night,
Summer and winter.
Stand da me now,
Be my loyal friend,
Never falter when the Fuhrer
Shoots his nasty gaze down at you.
Be strong,
My faithful friend.
Be strong,
And protect me from the evils
Of the world.
Be strong,
Never falter,
And always have courage.
Go now, my faithful friend.
Run free.
Like te don't have another care
Fight till the end.
Fight till the end,
Cuz te got all ya power.
Fight like a trooper.
You've got hope
You've got strength
You've got Amore on ya side,
So fight now.
Just fight now.
Fight till the end,
You've got all these people
Rootin for ya,
Rootin for ya.
You'll win the fight,
You'll freakin survive,
And you'll be proud
Cuz te fought till the end,
And won it,
And won it.
Fight till the end,
You'll win.
Everything inside ya
Is powerful.
So fight till the end.
Just fight till the end.
AND FIGHT IT!!!