no one ever listens to me

     "BUT MOM! I don't feel good," I said clutching my stomach as hard as I could.
     "Annie, you've missed school the past two days, you have to go. I'm right in the office if you need me. It's almost the weekend. Just get through today and you'll be fine."
     I wasn't fine. At all. I was sitting quietly, emotionless in my second hour sewing class. I finished sewing my pillows early, so I had nothing else to do. And then it hit me. My mouth was watering. I swallowed hard. I felt my eyes filling with tears. I ignored that, I knew no one would care. I had to get out of that class as soon as possible to save myself from the embarassment of me throwing up in front of everyone. I made it to the bathroom, I didn't close the stall door. The only thing running through my mind was, "I hope no one walks in." I sat for a few minutes, balling my eyes out, before walking myself to the office to tell my mom.
     "WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!? Go to the nurse, not the office!" my mom shouted, making me cry even more.
     Since my mom worked at the school, I never really had to go to the nurse, I usually just went to my mom. The nurse saw the pain in my eyes, and told me to lie down. I hate the smell of the nurse. I thought I was going to puke again. The nurse asked if I wanted crackers, but I didn't even think I could keep them down. She walked to the side of my uncomfortable, therapist-like bed thing, only to poke and pry at my stomach to see where it hurt. She touched one spot at my lower left stomach. Nothing. She moved a little towards my chest. Nothing. Then she move to the right side of my stomach. She pressed, I yelled. That was the end of that experiment, she called my mom right away.
     "You need to get her to the doctor immediately, I think she has appendicitis."
      We rushed to the doctor, who saw me for a solid two minutes before saying, "I think she has appendicitis. I've never missed a case, and I don't want her to be the first."
     Off to the hospital I went. I had to get blood drawn, and again I was crying. I then had to force down liquid barium. I gagged on every sip. I got through half of what I was suppose to drink before the nurse took me back for my ct scan.
    Five minutes passed before my doctor called my mom. I could hear him talking through the phone.
    "Well, its not appendicitis. I can't even see her appendix.  She has a large ovarian cyst, about the size of a softball."
     "What about her white blood cells?"
     "We're still running blood tests, but I'm going to tell you the truth it could be cancerous."
      What would I do? Would I have chemotherepy? How would I tell my friends? Would I lose my hair? How long will it take for me to beat it? Am I going to die? All of these thoughts were racing through my head when my doctor called again.
     "Good news. Her white blood cells are fine, everything looks normal.  Well everything but that large growth. I'm going to have to see her soon so we can discus when we are going to have her surgery."
     "Surgery?"
     "If we do not take this out, it will burst and cause her even more pain. I will call you again later."
     My cyst was the largest cyst my doctor has ever seen in a girl my age and my size.  It weighed 6 pounds, and was a little larger then a softball. About a week later, I was rushed into surgery and my cyst was taken out. I even have the scars to prove it.