by
Sarah
osie had cancer and her best friend, Heather knew it. She was dying. Heather didn't want to believe it, but it was very true.
One day Heather went to visit her. "How's she doing" she asked the nurse as she entered Rosie's house. "Bad," the nurse said, "but she can still stand. Well barely." The nurse walked Heather to Rosie's bedroom. "Thanks Nina," she said as she entered the room. It was hard for Heather to hold back tears when she saw Rosie sitting in her bed, so skinny and pale. She looked like she hadn't eaten in weeks. "Uh, hi Rosie. How you doing?" Heather asked. "Fine" Rosie said, "Okay, I lied. I mean how would you feel if you were dying in your bed, having only three months to live? Awful!" she said. "Rosie, I'm really sorry, I wish I could um, die for you," Heather said. She d using the word ''die" in a sentence. "Oh Heather, you never save the mushy stuff for the day something really happens" Rosie said. Heather shivered whenever she looked at Rosie. Here's what she saw: A thin little with pale skin and a tired ill-looking face. Her green eyes didn't have that daring, pretty glare anymore. Her hands were bony and lumpy and so were her poor thin legs. Her hair was tied in a messy braid that hung down to her waist and she wore a pale blue night gown. "So, yesterday Hopie learned how to walk," Rosie announced. She was referring to her little sister, Hope, who turned one the week before. " And next month April turns 16. She also had a big sister, April. Who was very upset about Rosie. Soon Heather left. Rosie got sicker and sicker. One day Heather visited Rosie again. And she only got to stay fifteen minutes because Rosie got to tired. "Bye Rosie," she said, I'll be back tommorow." "Bye" Rosie said," and bring a book" The next morning Heathers' family was quiet. " Mom, I'm going to see Rosie" Heather said. "I've got to talk to you" said her mother and they walked into the den. " Honey, last night.... well.....uh........Last n-night, Rosie, uh, passed away." Heather screamed. Then cried and cried. Rosie was only eleven. It was to hard to let her go. Heather misses Rosie, but she'll always remember her. In Memory of Tonia Daly and Hattie Brewer
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