Chloe, are you okay? (A Dance moms fanfic)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Chloe's POV

My doctor ran in quickly, and said, "Chloe! You made it! You're a miracle."

The doctor told me that my brain tumor will be shrinking day by day now.

He also said that once it's gone, which will be in like 3 months or earlier, that I can dance again.

I can return to school in 2 months, and dance in 3 months.

The doctor told me bad news though.

He said that I can not tell my friends that I went to heaven and back yet.

I have to wait till next month to tell them I'm alive.

It's going to be so weird pretending I'm still dead.

It's for my safety and health concerns supposedly.

A few days later, I leave the hospital and return home.

My friends and my mom's friends stop by a drop off meals for the family.

I wish I could go down, and hug them but I am obeying my doctor and mom.

I wait day by day, week by week for this month to be over, so I can tell my friends I am still alive.

Finally, the month of February is over. I call my doctor and make sure it's okay to tell my friends now.

He says that I have to wait one more week, so next Tuesday.

Kelly texts my mom in a group chat with all the other dance moms:

Kelly: hey Christi! How are you doing? Paige and Brooke are taking it hard.
Have you scheduled a funeral day yet?

My mom: No.

Kelly: okay! Is the funeral going to be soon?

My mom: no funeral

Kelly: 😳why not?

My mom: I don't know. I'm just not ready to talk to anyone.
Got to go. Bye.

My mom has to act like I'm dead too.

*Paige's POV*

"I don't want to go to school, mom," I yell to my mom.

It'll be my first day back at school without Chloe, and it's going to be weird and boring.

Chloe makes me laugh and smile.

My mom lets me stay home today, but I have to go to school tomorrow.

I text Chloe:

Me: hey Chloe!

Then I realize that she is no longer here.

The message I sent says read, but it's probably her mom.

Chloe's POV:

I get a message from Paige.

Does she not know I passed away?

I guess it was just a mistake.

Finally, Tuesday arrives, and it is my day to tell my friends that I am alive.

I decide to wait till I can dance to tell them.

If I tell them now, then they'll want to hang out and I am not allowed to yet.

The doctor tells me that my tumor is shrinking fast, and I can actually go to dance and school in two weeks.