Three friends equal one whole

CHAPTER 3

                                                                         HAYDEN'S POV

I groaned as my alarm woke me up, another day of school, i hated school, why you ask, well i don't exactly know why but i don't like having to wake up by 6:00 am every morning for classes that began at 8:30 only to learn stuff that wouldn't be of any value to me in the real world, yet today a typical Monday morning i woke up, padded into my bathroom took a long shower and changed into my school clothes; a baggy grey and black sweater tucked into a pair of black jeans with grey high-tops, i shoved my books and ear-buds in my bag, slowly climbed down the stairs, due to my condition my doctor had strictly banned me from all and every strenous activity. 

Basically i couldn't, swim, run, jog, stand for too long or walk very far, which means i had to be driven everywhere, i could only walk for like about twenty minutes after which breathing becomes very difficult and i feel like i ran a marathon. I flopped down my chair at the dining table (which was the one i basically got to first), believe it or not i had worked up a sweat from just that, i closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing as i took three puffs of my special inhaler, mom dropped a plate of pan-cakes on my table and i dug in, "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Heather chirped as she waltzed into the room, a huge grin on her face, i raised an eyebrow, "did you smoke anything last night?" i asked half out of concern and half out of curiosity, "no" she replied her grin still on her face, "ookay" i replied as i continued eating, "good-morning family" said dad as he walked into the dining room, he kissed mom, (i nearly barfed, i'm NOT a fan of PDA, or any type of romantic affection), he kissed Heather on the forehead, and ruffled my hair, "Heather darling are you alright?" mom asked as Heather continued eating her pancakes, her huge grin still on her face, "everything is perfect" she said, "i hope that involves your driving" i said, Heather pouted "my driving is perfect and you know it" she said, "yeah, it's so good i have to pray for protection every-time you step on the gas-pedal" i retorted, "well, like it or not you're still stuck with me" she said pushing her plate forward signalling that it was time to go, "you're right" i replied.

The walk from Heather's car to the school building was exactly 10 minutes so i was only slightly out of breath when i got to my locker, i shoved my books in it, put on my ear-buds, listening to my favorite songs. Class was boring as usual i sat at the back in my own corner closer to the window like always staring out to the vast universe my chin on my palm. Ever since the diagnosis i didn't know my purpose of life, i guess i'll have to start from the beginning;

I was three when my uncle took me to the local swimming pool and showed me some basic strokes, i was transfixed so every weekend i would go with him to the pool and we would fool around and sometimes he would teach me some stuff about swimming, when i was five i could already swim free-style and butterfly stroke,  so while my fellow school mates were learning alphabets, multiplication tables and such i was learning the four swimming strokes, so anyways when i was in middle school my goal was to, get a scholarship to this fancy sports school and from there head straight to the Olympics, so i focused all my energy and time to beating every medely swimming record in middle school, so yes i was a total loner before my diagnosis not that i cared about it. When i was thirteen i got to the junior nationals, i beat the medely record, on that same day i was awarded a scholarship to the fancy sports-school, then still on that day i was diagnosed with a chronic lung disease, which clearly meant NO SWIMMING! in cap-locks and that wasn't the worst part, i only had five years left except if anyone had a pair of spare lungs they were willing to donate so at any rate i went through three stages of greif

Denial.

Acceptance.

Depression.

I didn't know what to do with my life i felt, so...........empty, like i had no purpose to live, like a drifting spirit wondering around for the next two years, i feel into like a MAJOR depression, my grades dropped like a roller-coaster and my mental health was non-existent so yeah story of my life.

I was packing up my books to head over to buy some lunch, when my phoned dinged it was message from Jaylen

JAYLEN: I HAD AN AMAZING IDEA, TEXT ME YOUR SCHOOL ADDRESS AND I'LL COME PICK YOU UP