i was sitting at my desk,
in history class, waiting
for the teacher to come,
when one of my friends
sat down next to me and
told me about last night.

she told me that she visited
someone at the hospital,
someone who went to our
old school.  someone who
was two years younger than
us.  

i recognised who she was
talking about and asked her
what had happened to him.

what she told me broke my
heart into small pieces.  

he was a nice boy, who
always looked after his
little sister, looked out
for his friends, and made
his parents happy.

he was a nice boy...
                                                                                    why did it have to be him?

she told me he is in
the hospital because
he has brain tumor.

and that there was a
high chance that he
has cancer.

i dont want to lose him.
like i lost my grandfather.
                        grandmother.
                        best friend.