It was the day. The day I dreaded so much. I would give everything to have this day kicked out of the calendar. September twenty - time to take my medical report. I woke up in the wee hours in the morning, I couldn't sleep. I was starting to fear the worst even before my appointment. I took out my mobile phone and texted my girl, Susan to tell her my anxiety. I was hoping that she would be awake yoo. A few minutes later, my mobile vibrated. She was awake. I was elated, but just for a second. She offered to follow me to see the doctor. I agreed.

I arrived at the meeting point, earlier than the meeting time. Time was moving so slow. I felt like it was taking hours for her to appear. After the "hours", she appeared. She walked towards me. She walked like a model. She had those jet black eyes and hair that went very well with the shirt that she was wearing. As she walked, time seemed to move slower, but I didn't mind. I wanted to see her longer. For that particular moment, my appointment and anxiety went to the back of my head. She was a happy-go-lucky type of girl whose smile would make any man fall for her. She looked just like a fairy, so beautiful. Words couldn't describe her looks. She was far most the best I have ever seen. "Hi Lance!" she said to me in the voice that blended well with the elegance she had. "Hi sexy." I always said that to her. She was like a sex symbol. We took a bus to the hospital. On the way there, she was telling me to relax and to think positively. I told her I was trying to. The bus was fully packed and we had to squeeze in in order not to be late for the appointment.

After what seemed to be an eternity in that hellish bus ride, we arrived at the place where made my face turn white. Every step I took towards it, it landed as though tens or thousands of tons were attached. I didn't want to move. I was starting to break out in cold sweat. While I was waiting, a flurry of thoughts went through my head. How would the report card write? If it was tested positive, it was going to kill Susan. I prayed to god and hoped that it was tested negative. I was already picturing the worst. How I wished I had met Susan earlier. "Lance? Are you there? Hello? Anybody home?" I was suddenly interruppted in my thoughts. Susan was waving her hand infront of my face and knocking my head. Her knock was a milk little shake. Even if she used her full force, it still wouldn't hurt. I was too engrossed thinking about the report card. She tried to calm me down and told me to be optimistic. She then gave me a peck on the cheeck. In a way, it calmed my fear a little. Just like how it always had. Finally, it was my turn...

I went into the doctor's room. It was quite small and had posters that woild make anyone feel cheerful. Doctor Ang, my family doctor, the doctor that will bear the news. Susan was there beside me. "Lance, well well, you are a bad boy. You are tested negative for cancer."