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When some one you love has cancer it is a terrifying thing. They come home from doctors appointments with tons of papers you can barely understand. They tell you everything is okay, but you know that it isn't. You know that some day, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe in ten years from now this cancer will come back. Now the person you were considering spending the rest of your life with has less life to live.

I am David, and this is my story. Or a part of it at least. I'm not the best of people, I'm not known for my intelligent life choices. I try my best to do what is right, but most often I end up fucking up and making a mess of things. This story is about one of those mistakes.

Cara is beautiful. Even now with the scar that marks her neck. It isn't a large scar, only about four inches long and about of an 1/8th of an inch thick. Cara's scar sits right where her neck meets her body, and it is easy to hide with a scarf of a large necklace. Most people don't even notice it, even those who have known her for a long time. She likes to make jokes about it, I can't remember most of them right now but I know a few have to do with harry potter.

Cara was incredibly skinny, almost too thin. She was too short to be a model at 5'5", but she didn't let this bother her. She has gained some weight from the side effects of the cancer, but she just looks more average now. She has the most stunning hazel eyes, with a bright emerald green at the center and a deep chocolate brown at the edges. Cara often uses her eyes as a weapon, with an intense gaze that could burn a hole in steel. Her hair is a deep brown with reddish undertones that falls just below her chin. Sometimes she does something to it to make it a more vibrant red, but I think it looks good either way.

I miss her. It was one of the biggest mistakes of my short life to leave her. But I just couldn't take it. I couldn't take watching her get so sick and angry. Even though she had every right to be angry, her situation sucked. I can't even begin to imagine how much it sucked. And I made it worse.

Half Moon Magic- Chapter One(Draft one)

Okay, so this is my attempt at my first chapter. I know how I want this to be written, but I'm not exactly sure how to do this.

Mornings are a wonderful way to start a story. Not only do stories that start in the morning have a poetic sense to them, they also give a sense of what every day is like. Mornings are inherently full of ritual. So this story begins with a morning.

At five thirty Roxana's alarm goes off. Her body does not stir. The alarm rings again five minuets later. Roxana doesn't even twitch. Another five minuets pass, her mother starts her rounds. First Martin's room, Martin is Roxana's brother. He is four years younger than Roxana. Mother's voice carries through Roxana's door, 

"Wake up. It is time to wake up. Rise and shine". Roxana's eyes snapped open, she closed them again to examine the wispy memories of her dreams. A high squeak signaled the opening of Roxana's door.

"I'm awake." It was a game that Roxana played with herself, telling her mom she was awake before she could open her mouth.

"Good morning Rox. You gonna get out of bed?" Her mothers tone switched over from warrior to mother. 

"Yup." Roxana's phone was already in her hands and she was texting him.

"You at it already Roxie?" Her mother sighed, she did not like him.

"Of course, it would be rude not to say good morning."

"Whatever you say dear." Her mother left, with a distinct heaviness to her step.

Roxana unplugged the phone from its charger and started the daily dance of crawling out of her bed and down the ladder one handed. From there her morning continued. She continued to try and get a hold of him. She didn't hear from him.

Roxana went through a typical morning, putting clothes on, fixing her hair, doing make-up, all with her phone right beside her. Every few moments she looked over at it hopefully, thinking that this time he might answer her. Each time there was no answer she felt a twinge of disappointment. If he did not text her back, he was not awake. If he was not awake he would miss class. If he missed class he flunked out of school. If he flunked out of school, well their relationship was doomed. Each time he didn't respond her texts became more and more frantic. As if the more times his phone rang he would wake up and answer it, and get to class.

A half hour passed and Roxana found her self on edge. Martin was running late, as usual, and they had to be on time to school to drop off their neighbor Alex.

"Come on butt munch lets go!" Roxana yelled up the stairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Martin replied as a he pulled his pants on. Roxana sighed, it was like this every morning but it never stopped irritating her. Martin finally got himself together and the siblings went out to the car. Alex ran over and the three got off to school without a hitch.

What they didn't know was this was the beginning of the day that changed everything.

I think the ending is a little too ominous, and perhaps a little too short. Of course I will keep working on it.