<span style="font-style: italic"> Dear You,<br/> My name is Copper. I'm seventeen and have cancer. I can't spell the type of cancer, so i can't really tell you which it is. My parents want me to 'stay strong' but i just can't anymore. I feel really bad for the people who have had cancer for their whole lives! I've only had it a couple months, almost half a year now. All my wishes that could possible be granted would be for my family and friends. Mainly my bestest friend ever, Sarah. She will need major help after i'm gone. I ask that you help her as much as you can. My family would try and help her, but she was really attached to me, ya know? She's the best person you could ever know.<br/> Haha! Now it sounds like I'm trying to set her up. but if you knew me, you'd know that i don't normally give this high of a 'review' persay. Sarah will need help and i know that you can do that for her. She has no family, onlly mine, and then she'll have no one.<br/> I beg you to at least think of me and Sarah when you do grant your wishes. <br/> Forever in your debt (if you pick Sarah)<br/>     Copper Smith</span><br/>After sticking the stamp in the corner, the nurse mailed the letter. She whipped away tears for the lovely teenage boy who had brought so much happyness and humor, had just passed away. Sarah stood by his bed, staring at his face and crying. She didn't know about the letter and she wouldn't, not unless she was picked. As the nurse watched, Sarah bent down and kissed Copper's forehead, bit back tears, gathered herself and carried on with her life as she slowly died inside.<br/>True to the letter, Sarah had lost all of her family. She fell into a funk and stopped eating regular meals. she lost mad amounts of weight but she looked fine. She went to school and aced everything but her heart wasn't there. Her heart had died with Copper.<br/>A night, when she was trying to sleep, she would hug a stuffed monkey that was the twin to the one he had. She had given both to him for his birthday. One Valentiens of the next year, he'd given one back and they'd picked the name for the other persons monkey. Her's was Haydan and his was Herman. She had insisted that he be buried with Herman. She cried as she thought of her bestest friend gone. She cussed the doctors who were too dense to realize that it was cancer and had made him die faster than he was supposted to.