Man, did I feel sick! Then suddenly I had to get up. Ineeded to throw up in a hurry. I went to the toilet and made it just intime to avoid making a bi... mess.Mom was the first to notice I was puking my guts out, and soon came to me,asking what was wrong."I don't know Mom, I just feel so sick this morning."Isabel joined us in the bathroom, saying, "Eew, gross. I don't want to goto the toilet here anymore."Soon she went out to her girlfriend's leaving me alone with Mom, as Dadalready had left for. The doctor sat behind his big desk and gave me the bad news. It was cancer. My condition wasn't too apparent yet, but he said that when it got worse it was likely that it would happen fast."You can expect slightly sharper pains than you've been having at first, but it will worsen rapidly. Your liver is still functioning, but that will change soon, almost any time." He didn't look happy to be giving me the bad news. Well, I wasn't too happy to be getting it."So there's no option?" I. Now what are you carrying?" she demanded as she folded her arms under her spectacular bosom and tilted her head expectantly."Nothing ... I'm not carrying anything," I said. "It's ... it's all me."And just like that the beautiful, buxom teacher's stern expression began to ease. Her eyebrow lifted and her eyes widened; she didn't seem quite as angry. "Really?" she said. "You expect me to believe that?"I gained a little courage. "It's only the truth," I said with a slight smile.She looked into my. Then he looked me up and down. He seemed to towerover me. "Take yo jacket off, sugar pie. Let's have a look at you."I slipped off the little pink jacket."Spin around for me."I did that, too."Woo-hoo sugar, you ain't half a bad looking girl." Thank you sir."The others laughed."Hey," the black man said, "What you all laughing at. Look at thississy's legs. What's the matter with them legs?" Bitch got no ass," said someone in the group."She got a white girl's ass. Nothing wrong with that."I heard.