I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The doctor's probably mistaken. Me? Cancer? But I'm just a regular 16 year old girl.    "Bad things can happen, and often do--but they only take up a few pages of your story; and anyone can survive a few pages.", the doctor said, as if he had heard my thoughts.   Even if these were only a few pages, they might be my last.   "This can't be right."   "I'm sorry."   My head began to spin. Me? Brain cancer? But how? The world seemed so blurry. I'm too shocked to speak and too scared to cry. I just sit in my hospital bed with my wrinkled hospital gown and stare at the wall blankly.     I guess I fell asleep because when I looked outside, it was bright. I checked the clock. It read 7:40. I was gonna be late for school! I threw off my bed sheets and put my feet on the ground when I suddenly jerked them back up when I felt how cold the floor was. I look up and realize that I'm still in the hospital. The nurse who recognized my consciousness yesterday entered my room with a glass of water and 5 pills of different colors and sizes. "Good morning", she greets me warmly.    "The doctor scheduled your surgery. It will be next Saturda--"    "I have to go to school", I blurted out.    Her eyes widened and she shook her head, saying ,   "The doctor said you need to be in bed rest until your operation."    "No! I have to go to school!", I yell at her.    "I'm sorry, but doctor's orders", she tells me.    I walk up to her and grab her shoulders and look her into the eyes.    "Do you know how it feels to love someone so badly it hurts? Do you know how much pain is bottled up inside of me? I have to go and tell someone something. I have to go to school."    I grab my clothes off the clothing rack an