In English the whole entire class had to write about something that has affected our lives. So of coarse I was going to write about my years with alopecia. I told my english teacher that I have alopecia. So I was ok to write about alopecia. But, I wrote secret words in my story so nobody in my class could find out what I was writting about.
Secret Words: palooza= alopecia, paw= hair, and sock= wig! Put these words where the secret words are and you will figure out the story! Hope you enjoy it!
Palooza
Written by: Nicky
When I was four and a half years old I got this thing called palooza. Right away my mom notified the doctor. My first spot was as big as a quarter. I was very nervous but, most of all I was worried about my paw. I worried that if it would all fall out at the same time. I worried that I won’t look pretty enough. I worried so many things that my mind was as big as an elephant. I just couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. For a full year I had tons of huge spots on my paw. After that year, two months came and all of a sudden. Boom!! All of my paw fell out. I was so sad that I was sad as a cloud in space. I was thinking that of all the people in the world that I have palooza. ME! Everyone in my old school used to ask me tons of questions. Like they would ask me if I had cancer or what happened to you or worst of all did an alien come out of space and eat all of your paw from you. That was what made me really sad. But, as a good person my mom and I explained to the students in my classes what I have and what it is. Although it’s true that sometimes I felt blue I would have these special moments dazzling through my head wondering that I have so many things to do. Now I am in Middle School and I have a sock on. This is my second year wearing one. I joined this website and it makes me feel so much stronger now because I now know what it really feels like to have no paw. I learned to believe that the picture you take is the picture you get. I realized that I’m not the only one with palooza and that I’m not alone. But, every single day and every single night I cry in bed. I’m not sure how I got palooza. No one really knows how we palooza’s got it. Maybe one day I will write a book and publish it about my life with palooza. Who knows? Maybe I will become a palooza spokesperson or become Miss New York or Miss America some day. My whole life comes with surprises. All I know is that I am me no matter what!
Hope you liked my story! Please comment on it! Tell me what you thought and felt about it when you read it as an alopecian. Thanks soo much for reading it! - Nicky :)
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