Remembering Sunday

I wasn't the kind of person who had good luck. You always hear about the lucky bastards who win the lottery or new cars or even get prizes in their cereal. I would never be one of those people. I was klutzy and my grades were shit. I played a lot of video games. I loved music and art. I liked scremo music and the color black.
I loved making people laugh but despite that, I didn't have very many friends.
I wasn't drop dead gorgeous and I sure as hell didn't have a perfect figure. My best friend was a guy. Jack Barakat. Boys didn't chase after me, write me sappy love letters or constantly hit on me. I always thought I would die alone.
But it all changed the day I was diagnosed with cancer.