Somebody up there hates you
Chemo, radiation, a zillion surgeries, watching my mom age twenty years in twenty months: if that's part of the Big Dude's plan, then it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Somebody Up There Hates You. SUTHY has landed me here in this hospice, where we -- that's me and Sylvie -- are the only people under 30 in the whole place, sweartogod. But I'm not dead yet. I still need to keep things interesting. Sylvie, too. I mean, we're kids, hospice-hostages or not. We freak out visitors. I get my uncle to sneak me out for one insane Halloween night. Stuff like that. And Sylvie wants to make things even more interesting. That girl's got big plans. Only Sylvie's father is so nuclear-blasted by what's happened to his little girl, he glows orange, I swear. That's one scary man, and he's not real fond of me. So we got a major family feud going on, right here in hospice. DO NOT CROSS line running down the middle of the hall, me on one side, her on the other. It's crazy. In the middle of all of this, really, there's just me and Sylvie, a guy and a girl. And we want to live, in our way, by our own rules, in whatever time we've got. We will pack in some living before we go, trust me.
