Ethan's POV

I felt like the clock was mocking me as it ticked slowly. 2:50pm, only 10 minuets and I can text Sub and see if I can visit. Tapping my page with my pencil, I struggled to answer the last questions on my sheet, fuck I hate math with a passion. I look back at the time to see only a couple minuets had passed, rolling my eyes and running a hand through my hair. I hadn't been able to text Sub much this week, my teachers seemed to sense I had things I'd rather be doing, people I'd rather be texting, and I'd been set at least 2 pieces of homework a day, so I was currently drowning in worksheets and essays I needed to complete.

The bell ringing tears me out of my thoughts, and I smile to myself.

I start walking from the classroom to the hallway, where my locker was. Inconvenient at times, especially when people were rushing to get in line for the cafeteria and knock your stuff out of you hands, but fucking amazing when you have math last on a Friday and it's only a couple metres from the class room.
After shoving various books in my bag, telling myself I'd do the homework over the weekend, I shut my locker door, locking it again, then getting my phone from my jean pocket, to see Sub has spam texted me.
Hey
Hey
Hey
Oh wait you have school, are you smart and keep your phone on silent or does a teacher currently have your phone
I roll my eyes, smiling. Dork.
Nope I haves my phone
FINALLY HOW LONG DO THEY KEEP YOU THERE
8:30am - 3:00pm so like, 6hrs and half
Damn, okays anyways
Yah
I'm not allowed out till about Wednesday now bc my 'blood count is low'
I frown, turning left from the school gate starting to walk home. I feel disappointment and slightly annoyed, bumping into someone while I text back.
What ?
I look both ways before crossing the road, carrying on down the street.
Side effect of chemo
Damn
I turn onto my road, walking down a few doors until I get to mine. I fling my bag to the side as I walk in, closing the door behind me.
"I'm home" Theres no answer, and I realise that one mom was getting home at 3:30 and the other 5
I have a question if you wish to accept
Yes
I walk into the kitchen, grabbing an apple and biting into it. I never really ate apples much, I never understood why people would eat an apple when cookies and cupcakes exist.
You're adopted right
Unless my biology teacher has lied
Yes I am
When we're u adopted
I sit at the table, drumming my fingers, thinking
When I was like 3 or 4
Oh
I was 2, why were u adopted
I sigh, leaning back in my chair, biting my apple
I think my biological mom didn't want me or something, idk, my moms never really told me
What about u
Well technically
I wasn't adopted until I was 5
I put my legs on the chair opposite mine
Explain
Well
My parents only really fostered kids until they were 5
But when I was like 3, I was diagnosed with leukaemia
So they ended up adopting me because they didn't wanna
Ya know
Leave me to have cancer without parents
How long have you had cancer, I'm very confused
We are getting very personal here aren't we damn
Sorry u don't have to answer
I look at the TV, scanning the table to find the remote, accidentally slamming my hand down when I find it and it slides off the table. I groan, looking at my phone to see a semi-long paragraph from Sub.
I had leukaemia when I was 3 till I was 5, and that's why I have Tigger, then when I was 11 we found out I had lung cancer, and then because the universe hates me so much, we found out when I was 13 that I had relapsed with leukaemia.
Damn
Ikr

WELL IM so sorry this is both short and very late, I've been like, school, man it, its bloody terrible ugh. Anyways enjoy and plz tell me if anyone is actually reading this bc idk