I WALKED TO my dad's office and took in a breathe before I knocked. It left like Deja vu standing in front of a door knocking to explain myself."Come in," dad's voice said from the other side of the door.Slowly, I turned the door knob and opened the office door wide enough before I stepped in and shut it behind me."Hey dad!""Why are you standing there?" he asked looking over the stack of papers in front of him, "you can sit down Alexis."Reluctantly, I took a seat in front of him and fiddled with my fingers in my laps. "I'm so sorry dad.""I'm the one who should be apologising," he said with a sigh and put the papers down. "You're almost eighteen and I need to respect that. I just figured you'd be my little girl for a long time."My mouth was agape as I stared at this man sitting in front of me. To say I was surprised would be an understatement."I know you expected me to be livid and forbid you from seeing Nick but your old man is

BEING STUCK IN the hospital for however long I had left was not one of my plans. But more importantly, I hated the fact that I had to be plugged to so many machines just to stay alive.The room I was given was fairly larger than most hospital rooms. It had white walls with a large window overlooking the outside garden, a small flat screen television perched on the wall with a little refrigerator by the bedside. It also had two chairs placed in front of the telly with a small table which was about it.I hadn't seen James since he stormed out of the office yesterday and I know he is upset with me and he just needs time to calm down but I miss him. Mum and dad came over yesterday to sign the papers and they even brought me a few clothes and some novels to read to pass the time.This is my new home, I said to myself as I looked around the room for what felt like the hundredth time in less than 24 hours of me being here.There goes my chance of ever becoming salut

I WAS OFFICIALLY back on chemo and I felt better, or as better as someone on chemo felt. I felt more relieved than I ever thought I'd be to be back on it. I honestly thought I'd hate it and call quits but I didn't.My parents were very happy to find out I was going back on treatment and mum cried for hours. I hoped James would have come along with them but he didn't and that hurt. Though I knew I deserved it and had to work hard to earn his forgiveness.It had been three days since Nick left and I tried calling him but his phone always went straight to voicemail. I even left him countless text messages asking him to come over so I could explain myself and tell him the good news but he never once answered any of them. I was beginning to lose hope but I knew better."Stop over-thinking things," Asher said as he leant on the doorframe with his hands and legs crossed. "They'll both come around. Plus, you've got visitors so be nice or try for them anyway," he said and t

"RISE AND SHINE sleeping beauty," Nick's voice said waking me up from my peaceful slumber."Get up, get up," he continued and opened the hospital curtains allowing the sunlight to stream through the entire room and nearly blind me.I quickly covered my eyes with my hands. "Leave me alone and close those bloody curtains, it burns," I whined."Stop whining and get up," he pestered. "You've been asleep for two days and I've missed you like crazy."At that, my eyes snapped open just to have me quickly shut them again. "Hand me my glasses."Instead of handing me the glasses like I assumed he would, he gently put them on my face for me. "There you go love," he said with a fake British accent.I rolled my eyes as I sat up and leant my back on the wall. "Before I say anything about what you just said, let's rewind a little shall we?""Whatever you say love.""I was out for two whole days?" I asked. "Explain."Nick took off his boots and

FOUR MORE DAYS, that was how much time I had until the surgery. I dreaded each passing moment because the pessimistic side of me kept telling me that I wouldn't make it and I was only fooling myself by believing.Asher came over whenever he didn't have football practice or a football match and we hung out a lot. He would bring some of my school work and we'd do it together. Sometimes, he would even tell me how his relationship with Steph was going and how sometimes he just couldn't stand her clinginess. He also told me how the football guys missed me a lot and sent their well wishes.James moved back home full time and spent his mornings with me before he would drive back to his lectures which was a sweet gesture. But I hated the fact that he had to drive four hours to and from school each day. Each time he came over I would tell him he didn't have to move back but he only dismissed me with a wave of the hand and he would tell me it was no big deal.On the othe