Aminah was diagnosed with Leukemia when she turned 15 and has struggled with it since. Her parents move her from their home town to Beacon Hills after she is heavily bullied for going balled due to her treatment. She refuses to tell others of her condition because she has come to terms with her impending end. But what will happen when she meets Isaac, an abused teen with low self-esteem? Will she fight for her life after discovering there's more to live for?

I pulled open the draw on my bedside table, trying to decide on a wrap, headband or scarf. I sifted through the fabrics in the draw, all my hair ties, hairbrush and clips, bagged and shoved near the back. I pulled out a deep, rich, peach coloured wrap and began tying it around my head, situating the knot at the front.

My skin was a rich dark thanks to my heritage so maybe people would see the wrap as a cultural choice and respect it. I let out a sigh before shaking my head and smiling at my reflection. I sat to do my make-up in my desk mirror. A positive attitude can make any day a good one. I reminded myself to think positive, life was to short to spend it wallowing in self pity when it would do nothing to help my situation. My previous school had not taken to my "new look" like I hoped this one would. They had bullied me for looking odd and ugly without any hair.

As much as my mum had tried to convince me to allow the teachers to make a statement on my condition to ease my schooling situation, I had refused. People should not judge others on their appearances or the way they dress, but as who they are on the inside, and I refused to be the Cancer girl who everyone treated like a porcelain doll because I was dying.

I'd come to terms with my fate while in Paris with my parents, on my sixteenth birthday. They had insisted on me seeing the world with my family before, as my mum had said, growing up and leaving them. Of course we all knew it was because I probably wasn't gonna make it to graduation, but mum refused to openly admit my future was sealed. I stood up after finishing my make-up and looked myself over in the full length one behind my new bedroom door. We'd moved to Beacon Hills as my distant, yet closest cousin, lived there, they were the only family we really saw, so my parents hoped I could get a "fresh start" with them in town. I tugged on the hem of my plain black dress in nervousness, before spinning on my heels to shove my feet into my black and white hightops.

I pulled my bag over my shoulder and swung my door wide with a deep breath and a bright smile. Today is going to be great! Always start your day telling yourself its going to be a good one.

"Morning dad!" I sang out happily as I walked down the short hallway and into the kitchen/dining room to see my dad making pancakes.

"Morning sweetheart." He said as he smiled over his shoulder at me. He turned and placed a plate with fluffy pancakes in front of me the syrup already on the table.

"Ready for the best first day ever?" Dad asked with another smile as he wiped his hands on the tea-towel that hung over his shoulder, before turning off the stove. Dad was where I had got my positive outlook on life.

"So ready." I said as I grinned back up at him as I scooped a huge cut of pancake into my mouth, my nervousness being shoved away as excitement replaced it. My mum came bustling into the kitchen, dressed in uniform and ready for work, she had transferred to the police force in town. She went straight to the fridge and grabbed out two pre-prepared weat grass smoothies. When she turned and spotted dad and I at the table, she dawned a look of horror.

"What on earth are you eating?" She asked as she looked between dad and I. I quickly began to shovel as much pancake as I could down my gob as I knew what was coming next.

"Honey, it's just pancakes. It's her first day, she needs a boost." Dad said with a smiled and wink at me before looking to his wife in a placating manner. Mum scoffed and snatched the plate from in front of me, throwing it in the sink as she slammed the greenie-brown smoothie on the table in front of me. I sighed through my nose as I swallowed my mouthful of pancakes and grabbed the tall travel cup as I stood.

"Darren you know she needs to be keeping a strict diet of health foods to help her condition." My mum complained to my dad as he moved to her side to put a hand around her waist, as I moved to the counter behind him, picking up my lunch box with my free hand.

"A couple pancakes won't kill her." My dad said with a soft smile at my mum who crossed her arms in stubbornness. My dad held his hand out to me behind his back, a Turkish Delight sitting in his palm, out of my mothers view. I smiled like a kid on Christmas and quickly snatched up the candy bar, tucking it away in my bag after my lunch box.

"Bye mum, bye dad!" I said with a grin as I left them to argue with a chuckle and shake of my head. I closed the front door behind me and unlocked my car. I climbed into my 2016 silver Honda Fit and started the engine, pulling from the driveway and punching in the address for my new school.

I fixed the skirt of my dress as I got out of my car, pulling my bag with me. I reached into the passenger seat to retrieve the textbooks that didn't fit in my bag, shoving them under my arm as I grabbed the smoothie mum had made for me as well. I marched my way towards the front doors of Beacon Hills High School with my chin up, determined to make the best of my short life.

I pushed the door open and suddenly felt overwhelmed. My last school hadn't been as big, not warranting any sort of sporting teams, and classes only running if enough students applied. This was a change up, and as I let my eyes rapidly flick from teenager to teenager, I took a deep breath to calm myself, only to recieve a mouthful of some boys strong smelling body spray. My eye settled on a familiar strawberry blonde and a smile lit up my features.

"Dia!" I called as I waved my free hand, holding my travel cup and books under my other arm. A few people stopped and stared at me, but thankfully most just ignored me. Lydia Martin turned around on her nude coloured heels and excitedly smiled when she spotted me.

"Mena!" She called as she quickly pushed her way through the people wandering the halls as I did the same, meeting her in the middle as we wrapped each other in a tight hug. When she let me go she looked me over, clearly some what impressed with my fashion choice.

"The head wrap is fabulous, the dress cute, but the shoes, need work." She said as she sized me up head to toe. I did a little twirl and struck a pose with a laugh.

"Thanks. You look fabulous as always." I said as I grinned at my cousin as she held me at arms length with hands on my shoulders. Her grin dropped into a relaxed smile.

"How're you feeling?" She asked as she tilted her head to the side in that odd way she always did. I bit my lip and pulled a nervous face as I glanced around the hall.

"Nervous." I said honestly as I looked back up at her, her hight only just above mine thanks to her heels. I noticed the look in her eyes and sighed, shrugging her hands off my shoulders.

"I'm a little light headed and headache-y. Other than that I'm fine. I haven't fainted in a while now." I said with a roll of my eyes as Lydia gave me a worried look.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay." Lydia defended herself softly as she gave me that sad, pitiful look everyone gave me when they discovered I had Cancer. My lips pulled into a straight line as I took in my least favourite facial expression.

"I'm dying Lydia, I'm never really okay." I said with a roll of my eyes, sounding harsher than I'd intended to. "Did my mum ask you to check up on me?" I asked with a sigh as I let the frown that had taken over my face drop as I decided to let the unhelpful emotions go.

"No." Lydia said, stretching out the 'o' "She told my mum, and my mum told me." She finished explaining with a small grin and a raised brow. I sighed again and chuckled at her with a shake of my head, deciding to drop the topic for now.

"So, where's the office?" I asked as I flipped the lid to my smoothie open and took a sip, nearly gagging and visibly cringing as I forced myself to swallow it.

"Gosh that's disgusting." I said to myself as Lydia laughed at me and looped her arm through mine, marching me through the halls and towards where I hoped was the office.