School sucks my life away.

This is my meager attempt at writing anything for the past three months - a fiction writing just for fun:

I found out I was dying when I was six years old.

They told me I wouldn’t live past eight, but I did.

They said I’d never last past ten, but I did.

I’d be in the ground by my twelfth birthday – they were wrong.

They said I’d never be a teenager. They said I’d never fall in love. Never grow old. Never go to high school. Never get married – never have children. They told us not to hope, because my life would never be allowed to be lived. The doctors told my parents that I should not be alive. They told them I would die every day, and every time they broke their hearts. Unlike me, those doctors never reached out to grab hope. It slid through their fingers and landed in mine.

When I turned sixteen I decided that I was not going to die.

Well, without actually living first.

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That's all, folks. I'm going to bed now.