Samantha is anything but ordinary, you would think Dr. Seuss created her. But she hides dark secrets in her colourful personality. Ethan is a known as the laid back loner. Seems like the simple kind of guy except with a hint of life threatening chronic illness. These two collide in a love story for the ages, but who will they end up with? “Samantha Type, but I guess that the abbreviation of my first name is alright.” I remember hearing what people said about her in the halls, they were right but I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover giving my situation. Her hand stretched out to meet mine. “Ethan.” I say as I grab her hand, it’s soft and gentle. As if she’s never felt the cold world. It’s warm too, her handshake is flowing as I stare at both of our hands movement. Mine stiff and cold, still rusty from the last tumor that got removed from my wrist. “Okay then, just ‘Ethan’,” she says my name with a smoother tone than her normal voice, “you’re pretty cute but the handshake might take some points from your score.” The whole VHL might take away everything from my score. “Your vocabulary might take away from your score.” She giggles and I feel the warmth of her beaming around. This girl is very different from anyone around here. It’s refreshing. “Well some might say it adds more points, but if my beautiful word choice is too intelligent for you, I’ll dumb it down” Her smirk makes it difficult not to smile. “So, you think I’m dumb? I can have as vast of vocabulary as I please but your word choice seems a little too formal for my own opinion.”