KEONNA: Yo?
???: Hi, is this Ms. Guidolin?
KEONNA: Yuppers
???: Well this is Dr. Rowman. We have your test results back in
KEONNA: [chokes on food] Already?
KEONNA: [puts hand over receiver] I'll be back in a second
I walked outside and sat on a bench.
DOCTOR: Alright, so we have some good news and some bad news.
KEONNA: I'll take the bad first
I've gotten so used to bad news, this could probably seem like nothing.
DOCTOR: Well, your cancer has spreaded.
Like I said, this is nothing. My cancer has spread all over my body now.
KEONNA: Oh, and the good news?
DOCTOR: We have contained it in one spot so it may stop spreading
KEONNA: Mmmkay. Does this mean I still need to have chemotherapy?
DOCTOR: We would like you to, but I mean, it is all up to you to decide
KEONNA: I guess I will but nothing is working
DOCTOR: [sighs] Thats just the way these things work out. We pray for the best to happen. Trust me, we will see results soon
Yeah, me resulting in a hospital bed, dead.
KEONNA: Mmkay. Well thanks
DOCTOR: You're welcome. We'll see you next Thursday for your appoinment
KEONNA: Sounds good. Bye
As I hung up, I didn't feel any pain. I never have, and quite frankly, I find that extremely odd. I mean, I didn't feel any pain when they first told me I had cancer when I was 18. And I still feel no pain. Whatever, I guess its better for everyone that way.
As I walked back inside, I felt as if everyone in the restaurant had laid eyes on me. It was quite a discomforting experience.
JOE: Hey, what was that all about?
KEONNA: [looks outside] Oh, just a phone call [smiles]
JOE: Okay [laughs] But I should probably go because my parents are waiting to see me
KEONNA: [smiles] Okay. Well it was nice meeting you
JOE: As to you, [heads towards the door] Wait, can I get your cell number? [turns on his heels]
KEONNA: [smiles] Yupp [takes at least five fries and shoves them into her mouth] 768 - 9087
JOE: [smiles] Thanks. I'll text you mine
Joe turned on his heels again and walked out.

1-234-987-0985
Hey, guess who.
1-234-768-9087
Hum, i'm guessing joe?
1-234-987-0985
Aha, yes m'am
1-234-768-9087
Lmfao. I'll add you into my contacts
Joe
Alrighty. You want to meet for a coffee or something?
I won't have to disappear mysteriously this time.
Keonna
Alright. Name a time and place,
Joe
Tomorrow morning at 11ish and Caribou Coffee
Keonna
Sounds yummy to me (:
Joe
I'll see you then (:
Keonna
Lmfao alright (:

Alright, I guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow at elevenish. But what to wear? Meh, who cares. I'll figure it out later, but right now what I need is to get away from this place. We all know what that means.

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Jesus murphy. Why is work sucha drag? Only 2 and half more hours till i can go home, possibly smoke it up. SMOKES. OH MY GOD! Ugh, I need one now, but I can't. If my boss sees me smoking, he'll totally bust my ass and fire me. He already knows of my cancer, so he'll think I'm making a huge mistake, but really, am I? It takes away my pain. So screw him. JESUS, damn, damn, damn. Time to quit. Throw in the towel. Done. Caput. Wait, I need the money for my weed and treatment. Back to work I guess.

FINALLY! Work is finally over!
BOSS: Keonna, wanna come into my office for a sec?
I strode into his office. What the hell does he want?
BOSS: Keonna, we've been informed by the clinic, that your cancer is taking a bit of a wild turn. How come you did not come to us?
KEONNA: Well, I seriously need this money for my house and treatment
BOSS: Well Keonna, we cannot allow you to work anymore
KEONNA: what about my treatment and home? I can't give those up!
BOSS: We'll take care of the payments, but you need to be at home, resting. We do not want to be responsible for your death
I looked up. Death, what a great word.
BOSS: [thinks about what he says] If need be ..
Great save.
KEONNA: You won't be. So if I stay home, you'll pay my mortgage and treatment plan?
BOSS: You got it
KEONNA: [sighs] Alright. But I don't plan on dying anytime soon [smirks & gets up]

Oh my gosh. Good, very good. So moist. Oh my gosh. Finally, no more pain. Finally. Off to another world. Finally. Ah, this is my happy place. You know those places your parents tell you to go in when something awful happens? With unicorns and happiness? Well, mines a little different. It involves not knowing what the hell you're doing. It's great, trust me.

???: M'aam, what are you doing?
I shook my head and looked up. Who the hell is this?
KEONNA: Huh?
???: You're sleeping on the groun
I looked down.
KEONNA: Oh. Ooops [looks away]
???: [laughs] It's cool. Say, you have the prettiest blue eyes
KEONNA: [blushes] Thanks. You have great [looks up] a beautiful face [smiles]
???: [smiles] Thanks. Need help up?
KEONNA: [grabs his hand] Thanks.
???: [smiles] I'm Joe
KEONNA: Keonna [shakes his hand]
JOE: Would you like to grab a bite to eat or something?
KEONNA: I would LOOOOVE to! [looks at her tummy] I'm starving
JOE: Good to meet you starving [smiles]
KEONNA: [laughs] You know what I mean
JOE: Course. Now, where would you like to get some food?
KEONNA: Anywhere is good [smiles]
JOE: Like fast food?
KEONNA: Oh yeah! [nods and smiles]
JOE: McDicks?
KEONNA: Sounds gooooood

WORKER: OH MY GOD! YOU'RE JOE JONAS, holy shit!
JOE: [blushes] Heeeeey ..
WORKER: OH MY JONAS! PLEEEASE TAKE A PICTURE WITH ME! [holds phone out in front]
JOE: [awkwardly poses] Cheese ..
Joe looks gorgeous in that picture. He has the prettiest brown eyes ever!
JOE: [whispers into Keonna's ear] Sorry about that ..
KEONNA: [smiles] It's okay
SECRET LOVE, MY ESCAPE, TAKE ME FAR, FAR AWAY. SECRET LOVE, ARE YOU THERE? WILL YOU ANSWER MY PRAYER?
KEONNA: Yo?

bum bum bum .. , hope you enjoyed it (: and sorry it took so long to post. i'm lazy lmfao. +4 COMMENTS THANKS.

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my new skin just so happens to be Boys Like Girls. (:

sex, booze, rock and roll. speed, weed and birth control. life's a beach until we die, so fuck this world, let's get high.

My life, I, revolved around that saying. I survived twentyfour months of hell with that quote by my side. I endured something worse than death. Pain, sorrow and rage. I faced death's welcoming hands. The white, hollow face. The black hands welcoming me. The black cloak. Frightening. For some reason, I found comfort in doing things I would've never been caught doing. On days where I couldn't even stand, I defied the law and well, you know. Well, actually you don't know but it's better that way.
Anyways. Ever seen that girl, huddled in a corner on main street lighting it up? If so, it could've been me. What can I say? Weed has taken away all my fears, pain, sorrow and rage. It takes me to a world where nothing can tear me away or hurt me. It's like seeing unicorns and rainbows twentyfour seven.
Funny how everything revolves around the number twentyfour. Twentyfour hours in a day. Twenyfour months makes two years. Twentyfour months is how long I've had cancer. Twentyfour, twentyfour, twentyfour. Whatta hell of a number.
Hmm, music. I don't listen to it. Its a waste of time and space. Time and space that could be used for helping cancer patients like me. Money that could be spent on helping cancer research. People that could be studying in university to help become specialists in cancer care.
You know what? I just don't give a shit anymore. Fuck everything and bring on the weed or anything to take me away from this revolving sphere they call earth. It's full of pain, anger, violence, harmful specimens, bacteria, illness and shitty, useless other things.
I guess I sound like I have issues? Anger managment? Depression? Addiction? Well guess what? I probably do. But do I care? No. There's about a 47.6778 chance that I could just drop dead at any moment or I could be rushed to the hospital and die on life support. So why should I care?
As I snap out of my daydreams, reality hits. I have a doctors appointment in less than thirty minutes on the other side of los angeles. Shit much? I don't have money for a bus, and I look like raggety anne. My clothes look like they just came out of a shredder. Ripped, torn, old clothes that I've had since I was at least fourteen. Surprisingly, they still fit. I ran upstairs into my room, sprayed a shit load of perfume on and changed clothes. A nice, non ripped pair of jeans, a semi decent purple shirt thats sort of like a potato sack and dawned on my uggs. I threw my hair into a messy bun and grabbed my car keys. I wasn't supposed to be driving, but once again. I don't give a shit. As I raced down main street I went about ten miles over the spped limit. I was in a hurry so why not?
As I parked my car, I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. I took a deep breath. If it was bad news, I could take it. If good, even better. I opened my door and took a deep breath of the crisp, fall air. I couldn't say it was cold because LA is close ot the equator. If I wanted to say cold, I'd have to live in Canada. I walked through the doors, signed in and took my seat. Almost immeadiatly my name was called.
DOCTOR: Keonna Guidolin?
I arose from my seat and walked into the office.

sorry it's so short and i dunno what else, but yeah. i just wanted to introduce you to keonna (: and keonna, i'm sorry for portraying you as a druggie. it's just how your character starts off (: but anywhooo, FOUR COMMENTS PLEASE AND THANKS.