I'm sorry, but i´m dropping out because I am on too many RPs. @admins, please delete my posts on this. Sorry for the inconvenience.

I just deleted one, but it's too time-consuming for me to find each one and delete. Let's just leave any others, plus this message that you're dropping out.

Admin

Here, have another!

Name: Skya Seon

Age: 14

Appearance: Long black hair, green eyes, pale, perfect straight teeth, small nose, large eyes, multiple cuts on her arms because of her condition.

Personality: Quiet, thoughtful, weak but blames it on her condition, intelligent, selfless, usually very kind, shunned because of her personality, has a sad demeanor about her, phisically and mentally incapable of going to school.

Condition: Suicide Watch (i thought of this shortly after creationg Noel.  Skya was disliked and told to give up on life because of her looks and personality and was told to "go die" by some especially mean people who made her think that she would be doing everyone a favor if she didn't exist, which, opf course led to suicide) she has many physical wounds on her body, most of them infected, all of them needing stitches, of course, may have lead poisoning.

Amount of time in hospital: Two days

Friends: Literally like, no one

Crush: none, but someone can have a crush on her if they so choose.

~Owen

I lay in my hospital bed and dreamt of the normal kids, the ones without cerebral palsy. Running races, riding bikes, even just sitting normally to play a video game. My doctors thought I could be "cured" somewhat, but during my training, I collapsed on the mats. Legit, I collapsed. It was not funny. Some of the other kids there snickered in the background as trainers made a circle around me.

"Ceizure, heart attack, brain failure?" was what I heard. No. I was training because of my cerebral palsy, not like I had any other disease, if that's what they thought. A month, just sitting in bed. I started training a year ago, a month ago my legs failed. I didn't walk before my training...at all. Now I'm back to no walking and wheelchairs. But, it was lunchtime, and I was starving. I was getting wheeled to the lunchroom. Mom dropped off a salad from Olive Garden for me. The hospital food...frankly...ew. Once we were down in the lunchroom, the nurse scurried off to who knows where, and I wheeled over to a table. A girl who is very familiar to me rolled next to my wheelchair. We smiled and unpacked our lunches. The girl pulled out an Olive Garden salad as well, and we let out a laugh. Only this was really awkward. The kids around us were oohing and aahing at us and making kissy faces, others pointing at their mouths and "gagging". We just ignored them and ate in silence for a little.

"What's your favorite color? Mine is red even though the hospital gown is blue. Wouldn't it be awesome to have red salad and red fries and red ketchup and-wait, ketchup is red. Well, red anything is awesome," I blurted out. Shoot. The girl nodded and went back to eating. I decided to try something else.

"What's your favorite school? I mean subject...yeah that. I like math even though I'm really not good at it and I failed it last month. Everyone fails once in a while, especially me. I'm really clumsy, even though I've like...never been on my legs for more than a year, so how should I know?" Then I widened my eyes. "I know everything." And a job well done, Owen! Oh wait, no she is sliding over now. Okay, clearly I'm not good at talking to girls. But this one is different. She is specia- I mean weird and has no sense of humor for my not-so-good jokes... 

Yo!!!(yes, I am the only one who says that anymore). Don't let this die! It's too good! 

~Mary

"Do you need anything?" asked Elliot.

I shook my head, and abruptly stopped, my vision spinning. "No. Just sleep."

That's when the doctor came in with my parents. My dad took the seat next to my bed and my mom in the chair next to him. The doctor just stood on the other side of the bed. He was bald, probably not from cancer, and had a bushy mustache. He smiled nervously. "Hello, Mary." He offered me an enormous hand. I shook it gingerly. "I'm Dr. Carter, and I will be your primary care doctor for your journey to survivorship." He paused and looked down at his clipboard. He observed my face, not creepily, but interested. "As you know already is that you have cancer. A certain type of cancer called Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia . Or CML. Leukemia is a cancer of the blood and the bone marrow. Certain kinds of blood cells called White Blood Cells turn out wrong in the bone marrow. They continue to grow and multiply until they crowd out the healthy blood cells. That's why you feel slightly horrible." I hiccuped a laugh.

Dr. Carter turned toward my parents. "So the treatment plan is rather simple. After a few more tests to examine the extent of the disease, then we start chemotherapy immediately. And possibly a bone marrow transplant. And there are several other options, but these are the most successful. "

My parents nodded. The doctor turned back to me. "Now, I think it''s time to let Miss Mary rest for the night. You can come back tomorrow, anytime between 10 and 5."

Then Dr. Carter said goodnight to me, and exited the room. My parents then deposited their kisses on my cheeks and said goodnight. Elliot gave me a hug, and then they left.

It wasn't long until exhaustion overwhelmed me and I was sleeping like a baby. Just as consciousness left me, I heard some nurse turn off the light over my bed.

PLz don't let this RP die! I'll keep it going, if no one else will. 

TOP! tippity toppity top.

~Mary Kate

Its been a long week. I've been having problems. Last night I had a ceizure. I was dreaming of an ambulance and the all of a sudden I was sprawled across my bed. Nurses stood around me. I had lost control of myself. This last week I was getting seizures every five minutes. I haven't gotten out of bed once. The nurses daid it'd be too dangerous. On Sunday, I was walking around and I collapsed on the floor suddenly. It really hurt. And if you're wondering, hospital rooms are REALLY boring...or at least mine is. It is gray and bland. There is my bed, wires, wires, wires, wires, wires, a tv, a bathroom, a mirror, wires, and wires. If got things on my chest and my forehead. I have things monitoring my heartbeat. And now I'm having a ceizure. It feels like I've lost complete control over my body. If any of the kids at school saw me like this, they'd probably burst out laughing...but this is not funny. And to tell you the truth, I'm scared. There have been worrying phone calls and more wires in the room than usual...and usual is a lot of wires. And with epilepsy, you don't know what to expect. One of these ceizures could cause me to stop brathing, and then...as Valerie puts it..."The Word"! If only I coud be a normal girl. Why can't I be a normal girl? I want to go shopping and go see movies and have bake sales and go ot the beach. But I can't. Because until these severe seizure stages stop, I'm going to be in the hospital. Because everyday the seizures are getting worse and worse.

Howdy! I'm back!

~Liam

I opened my eyes reluctantly. Stupid sun! It was practically blazing through the window shades. What time is it? I glanced at the lock conveniently hung on the wall opposite my bed. I need glasses soon. I had to squint to see the little numbers circling the hands of the clock. It was around nine o'clock, just when the sun had the wonderful habit of blinding me in the morning. 

I swung my feet out from under the covers and onto the floor. The cold tile sent a shiver up from the bare soles of my feet to the back of my neck. I stood and went to the private bathroom in the corner of my room. I inspected myself in the mirror. Wonderful hairday. I looked like Zonic the Hedgehog, except my hair isn't blue, and I'm not a hedgehog. 

I heard a knock on the door.  I turned to see Carrie poking her head around the door. I waved a good morning at her. "I was wondering when you were going to get up. And I estimated right!" she said cheerfully. She stepped further into the room. 

I went and sat on my bed. She handed me a paper. I took it as she said, "This will be your first day of treatment. This is the schedule." At my expression she replied, "There's nothing to worry about. Sure, it's not at all fun, but it gets the job done. Just basic intravenous chemotherapy."

I nodded, I had been told all this stuff before just a day ago by my doctor. But that didn't help my stomach churning in an uneasy anticipation. I tried to shrug it off, act like I'm cool with it. Maybe I'm just hungry. Carrie smiled widely at me. "I'm sure you are, dear. Breakfast is still waiting for you in the cafeteria." I sighed, I had unconsciously spoken my thoughts again. Bad habit while other people around. I'm used to talking to a poster of Harry Potter and his gang on my wall in my room a lot, and alone. But here, there are no posters, just blank white walls and way too cheery faces smiling back at me. 

I stood resolutely. Carrie stepped back from the doorway. She pointed to the hallway, making a stern face. But I could see the smile playi around her lips. "March!" she barked.

I made an elaborate show of marching in place. "Yes, mam!" I said. And I marched out into the hall, with Carrie trailing me.  

Quick PS: Not everyone dies fro leukemia, but it is one of the most deadly cancers out there. Young people get leaukemia, they often die very young. I may spell it wrong a lot, btw.

~Valerie

The girl smiles at me. I smile back. Then, she pulls off her hair.

"Aaah!" I scream. Owen starts laughing.

"Oh, the awkward kid who really likes ketchup." I think to myself. Owen begins laughing, and I force a smile. He lies in bed and I sit in a wheelchair. 

"Well, nice wig, but I better get going. Not feeling too well, you know, chemotherapy." I say, of course making a dumb excuse. I told myself after I found out about "The Word" that I didn't want to mkae emotionally invested friends. I was fine with talking to a few people here and there, but I didn't want to make friends. It has become my life now. "The Word" controls me, I don't control myself anymore.

AHHHHHH!!!  OMG I JUST REALIZED THAT I JOINED THIS RP BUT DIDN'T WRITE A SINGLE THING ON IT!!!!!!  Whatever I'm starting now.

~Skya Seon

Well my life is bad.  

The day I decided that no one would care, everyone did.  I remember it.  It was barely three hours ago.  I had started by cutting off some of my hair in the back, which was the longest.  I cut about 8 inches off.  Thinking back, it seems like I should have cut off a lot more.  I still have another 16 inches to go before it'll be shoulder-length.  Then I looked at myself in the mirror.  I smiled.  Everyone else may have thought it twisted; I thought it right.  One emerald-green eye and perfect white teeth smiled back.  It was a sad smile, as is EVERYTHING else about me, but I didn't care.  

Now, I DO stare at the light on top of my face.  I DO feel the pain I inflicted apon myself.  I DO see and hear the other people's faces.  What's wrong with all of those things?

I'm alive. 

Oh my, it may be far too late to join, but....

Name: Valery Storm

Age: 14

Appearance: Straight red hair with streaks of blonde, pale skin, freckles, big blue eyes, sometimes has to wear black glasses. 

Personality: She's an athletic person, and pretty happy. She's smart and loves logic. She's really good at card games. 

Condition: She has cancer in her foot and it's spreading throughout her leg.

Amount of time: 2 months

Friends: Some wanted

Crushes: One wanted