Alana Weston fingered with her Happy Bunny keychain on her cell phone, clearly not feeling happy. She grasped it tightly, but it didn t help. Her hands feeling sweaty, she wiped it on her jeans and gazed once more at her best friend sleeping. Alana had been friends with Bridget Henley ever since they were half their size. Bridget had always been a little sick, always first to get the flu in class, or getting stung by a whole hive of bees. But suddenly things got worse, and Alana noticed that Bridget began losing hair. It was only a few months ago that Bridget had been diagnosed with cancer, and this was the terminal stage. Bridget s eyes flickered open, and Alana yelped with joy. She shook Bridget s hand gently and whispered, Bridget, can you hear me? Bridget weakly nodded, and her eyes were almost closed. Well it looks like this is it, huh?

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