The diagnosis

It was much like any other winter day. My sister and I were only thirteen years old at the time, and it was a school day. The temperature outside was below freezing, which made it extra hard to get moving that morning. Both Lindsey (my twin sister) and I were sluggish in the cold winter mornings, but lately I had been noticing she was more lazy than ever. Regardless, we got ready. Our morning routines consisted of showering, brushing our teeth, brushing our hair, and attempting to put on mascara. Make-up was a fairly new concept to us, but we loved experimenting with it. It was a tuesday, which meant Pizza was being served in the lunch line, and I had a math test. I really hated algebra. My sister was going to get checked out early that day because she had a doctors appointment. Lucky her. I barely ever got checked out early, and especially not as much as Lindsey did. At 11:30, Lindsey left our English class, to meet our mother and then go to the doctors. It was just a checkup so I basically forgot about it, especially as I filled my head with algebraic equations for the last fifteen minutes of study time I had. I had two more class periods, and the last class of the day was my math class. After the test, I packed up with belongings and waited for the dismissal bell. What felt like ten hours later, I exited the classroom, grabbed the books I needed from my locker and headed towards the parking lot where my mom and sister would be waiting for me. As I approached the parking lot, I couldnt spot my moms car. After a few minutes of intense searching, I stumbled upon my Fathers car. I got inside. My father never picks us up from school. This was odd.

"Where's Lindsey and why didnt mom pick us up?" I asked, as I turned my fathers's direction.

"Well Jamie.....The doctors are running some tests on her still." He replied, as he avoided my eye contact.

"I thought she was just going in for a check up. Is she sick? I said.

"They are trying there best to figure out what is going on. We are meeting your mother and sister at Bayside Hospital right now."

I knew. I knew right then and there that something was going horribly wrong.