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June 4 2018,

I was thirteen years old when I was declared dyeing. I was in the streets dancing at night with my best friend, when I collapsed in a sincere, I don't remember much of how I got to the hospital, but I do know that I was there for months. one month, four weeks and two days to be exact. The doctor told my father and I that I had a rare disease called Meniphorian disease. He said that it's where my body starts to fail me, or doesn't work properly, but if I get really emotional it affects my health slowly from the inside of my heart too.

At the time I was too neve to really understand the concept and consequences, so a year later I fell off my skateboard and my right bicep landed on a sharp rock. My best friend Rachel called 911 and I'm back in the hospital again. My right was "temporarily paralyzed" they said. When I got into my freshmen year of high school, I couldn't even right my own name. I was crippled- I was damaged- I was lost. I couldn't draw how I felt, because I couldn't hold a pencil let alone a paint brush. Rachel tried her best to try and cheer me up for the two years my arm was paralyzed, she came to every physical therapy appointments I had and told be all of the bonuses about having a paralyzed arm, her two favorites were " you have an excuse for not doing athletics" and " at least you don't have to write your 1,000 word assays" It cheered me up a few times, but other times I was so low I couldn't even fake a smile, and after awhile, it got annoying, and I snapped at her. she didn't come to visit me or hang out for about two weeks.

In those two weeks I snapped more and more, at first I was getting mad over reasonable things like when my boyfriend Daniel cheated on me with my friend Loral. I was mad and crying for months. But, then it started to happen over little things like when my brother poked me, or when my mom raised her voice just a little, and I blew up like a fire cracker going off on the fourth of July.

My doctor, Doctor Rodriguez gave me medication that I have to take every morning. It tasted awful, like the after taste I got when I first tried coffee, disgusting!

Apparently I only have a few more years till I, I pass to the other side, I don't know how I feel about it, but the doctors and my parents keep telling me, as long as I keep my temper down and I don't get injured I will have longer to live. So, that's what I'm going to do!