My Final Months
It was a perfect day. It’s august seventh. It was the hottest day ever recorded in my town, at 112 degrees, which is very irregular for Spokane. I went to a water park and had so much fun! ‘Ow!’ I woke up next morning to a frightening sight! I was red as a tomato and then some. See, when I was at the water park, I had no sunscreen. It was so bad, I was certain I’d gotten cancer. I called a cab to go to the doctor (Yes, it was that bad). When the cab arrived, the driver said, ‘Hey hey, wait! You...