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"Alison, I need to talk to you about something." Alison glanced up slowly, as if she knew what was coming. Sharp, shallow breathes consumed her body. She looked into my eyes, tears silently running down her cheeks. "You're dying?" she asked, her voice wavering. "Well honey, if you'd like to be blunt, yes." I held my breath, and just stood and watched as her knees buckled. She fell to the floor with a thud, no longer hiding her tears as her thin figure shook and she curled up into a ball, hugging her knees up to her chest. Her tear drops turned dark as they mixed with her purple and black makeup, before falling to create a puddle on the flo

It was weird that she was in charge of me. Mostly because I had friends older than her. A lot of people though it was weird that my friends were so old, but to me it made sense. I was mature, seh said so herself, and my friends, well, they acted their age. I guess that made us even, although she told me that I was better than them - more mature with a better sense of myself; with a better sense of life. Despite this, it never bothered me that she was in charge. She was a lot like me: shy at first, incredibly friendly once you got to know her, with a simple attitude that screamed 'I love life'. She didn't talk to me like I was a fifteen year o