My life was pretty simple. I went to a nice school also made some good friends. Little did I know it was all fake. But let's not get into that yet, let me talk about what my "fake" life was like. 

       So I'm one of those normal teenagers, 15 and in highschool. I lived in the United States in my opinion, Indiana. Now I know a lot of people who love Indiana, but I don't. Now we all have our opinions, and again I hate Indiana. I wanted to live in any other state other than Indiana, not kidding, even my dad wanted to move.

       Now my plan was to go to college and study to be a neurosurgeon. Now if I could accomplish that I had a backup plan, I would join the military and go active duty. Also work with a military working dog (MWD). After that I would join the police academy and work with the K-9 unit. I had my whole life figured out. But then something happened. It started off as a simple fever then got worse, which isn't unusual for me. I've I get sick, I get SICK. But, of course, my dad brought me to the hospital because it wasn't getting any better. Pretty soon I started coughing up blood and stuff. The doctors had no idea what it was. So I just stayed at the hospital.

     Im in my same hospital room again. It's kind of getting annoying, all I have to do is play on my phone and watch TV. Now most people would love that, but I'm an outdoors person. I love jogging and other outdoor activities. Now i'm stuck on this stanky, old people smelling hospital. My dad comes and visits me whenever he can, and my mom won't leave my side. Now my dad and mom are separated so it was kinda awkward at first, but we got used to it.

       The doctors don't know what's wrong with me but they think it's Bronchiectasis, I don't really know what it means but kinda like where you can't really breathe and it just sucks. But they still don't know what's wrong with me, which is actually pretty terrifying. I was always sick as a kid, but not how I am now this has to be one of the worst sicknesses that there is. I guess you could say that I was scared, but not anymore i know what's going to happen, and it’s not going to be pretty, at least that’s what the doctor said in a more professional way.

       One more thing about me, i'm not that nice of a person, except towards my friends then i'm nicer. My anger runs through the family blood and I'm just a hot head like my dad. Another thing is that I hate new people, they just make me feel uncomfortable and I hate that. I bet a lot of people feel the same way. Anyway that does it for this page I'll talk more tomorrow.