It was in the middle of the school day when I received the call.
"Kara?" Ms Smith held out the phone. "It's for you, from the hospital." I took the class phone from her, feeling perplexed. Why would the hospital have a need to call me when I was in school?
"Hello?" I put the phone to my ear. I was aware of the whole class staring at me in silence. "Kara?" I nodded, then realised that the person who was on the phone couldn't see me. "Yeah." I answered.
"We might have a donation for you."
I dropped the phone.
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That Girl Who's Dying
Random"She sure doesn't look like she's dying. She doesn't even look sick." I kept my eyes low, feet shuffling on the ground dejectedly. They weren't at fault. I probably didn't look the least bit sick. But I was. And I had to deal with it. Born with pulm...
