DEATH’S FLOWER Isla Roen 5th Grade • Saxe Middle School
“We’re going on a field trip!” Mom cries. Lucy is sulking in the back seat, for she hated going to the doctor. I give her a nudge and she turns her head away from me to hide a smile. I roll my eyes and pull her ponytail. “Stop it Iris!” she whines. “Both of you, CUT IT OUT!” Dad yells. That shut me up. “But Daddy, Iris did it, not me!” Lucy kicks the seat in front of her. “Lucy,” Mom says, annoyed. “That was my seat!” Sam kicks my shin, and pretty hard. Me and Sam are twins, both 14. That feeling when you want to scream but you know you have to be the bigger person came rolling inside of me. We had been seeing strange things happening with Lucy along with a bump on her neck. Last week, the doctors had taken a small sample of that and since then, we have been on the road to quite a few labs. Today, we hoped would be the day that we would get the results of what has been going on in Lucy’s 6year-old body. Ever since this process has started, my family has been a magnet to fights. Finally, we arrive at the doctor's office and I pull out my phone ready to drain out all the screaming that Lucy was going to do. I plug in my earbuds and turn on “Today’s Hits” at its
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