Leukemia Shirts Novels & Stories

Candice, particularly, was finally back on her usual, pink-colored tank tops and glimmering golds of jewelry. Alice, on the other hand, felt like she needed to mourn longer. So, she decided to wear a black Avengers fit t-shirt paired with denim pants. The only thing that was not black on Alice’s body was her lucky necklace and her keychain that was dangling at the zipper of her Gucci bag. “Have you registered yet?” Leia asked as the two of them were waiting for Yu at the library. “Registered at what?” Leia gave her a look. “Literature club. Tomorrow’s the deadline for club registrations.”

I had lost so much weight since this began, but seeing it like this was shocking. The weight of the shirt, however oversized, felt like a symbolic piece of armor. And yet, as comforting as the cloth against my skin, Lexi's presence offered a more potent sanctuary. It made the vial on the table look more and more trivial, which, in itself, was a form of liberation I hadn't known I needed.

I end up buying several cute keychains and a pink octopus plushie. We head to the next stall where they sell shirts with bold prints of the Tropical Thunder Circuit. Some designs show a racer mid-turn which I swear looks like Reed with its red and black color palette. Others have the race logo across the chest with tropical flowers wrapped around it. Evelyn holds up a shirt against me and squints like a stylist. I laugh and shove it back onto the rack. I can’t resist buying the black and red shirt before we move to the next stall.

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!” “Whatever do you mean, brother? How would I know? Aren’t those shirts right there?” She said, pointing at the open luggage and feigning innocence. The shirts are in neon colors: pink, green, orange, and yellow. Jude picks up one of the shirts, and the logo reads, ‘GIRLS WANNA HAVE FUN!’ Then he picks up another one, and it has a teddy bear riding a unicorn. Not to mention, they all look a size too small.

"Wear this. It is big on you, but it will hide the torn parts of your clothes." Freya looked at him with big eyes. "Wait... won't you get in trouble?" she asked. "Won't the boss fire you for being shirtless in the office?" Lech laughed a little bit. "No, I am the manager. I have been here a long time. You are the one who should be worried about getting fired, not me. Just put it on." Freya put on the big shirt. It smelled like clean soap. Then, Lech took a soft white towel and put some water on it. He stood close to Freya and started to rub the black marker off her forehead very gently. He was being very sweet to her.

As they split up, I catch Frendricks's eye. The slight nod we exchange shows that we both know what we are doing. The commander pulls out the cloth- a small white shirt that is definitely for Alora and he takes in a long hard sniff. My heart nearly stops working at the sight of it, but I force my face to remain with a confused look. The shirt looks worn and familiar- I recognise it as one she often wore while working in the garden at night. It is a long sleeved shirt. Since Alora doesn't have any sweaters to protect her body at night from insects, she always wears the shirt whenever she is working late at night. The shirt is not even originally Alora’s, it is Leah's old, worn out shirt. To m

He asked. "We're really doing this, now come on dummy." Leona giggled as she entwined their hands teasing him a bit. After whole lot of bickering with cheapskate Eric, they finally had their T-shirt's on. It was a simple plain black, well Eric chose black but Leona chose white. It was the bands logo on the front (a simple drawing of a house). "Can't believe we spent $75 dollars on some stupid T-shirt's, makes me wonder how much the tickets cost.." Eric said as they looked for their seats.

I doubt Princess Hana will have such luck. I took a breath and tugged on the fitted red fabric of my red Camp Okwaho’kenha counselor shirt that had the camp logo on the chest with the word ‘Counselor” on the back across my shoulders. Every cabin was assigned a color, and the counselors in charge wore a shirt to match so campers knew whom to look for if they needed help.

He knew what was written on the shirt – PROUD NAVY SISTER. Chuckling, he thought about the day that they had gone to the art museum. If the fact that JD was in a new uniform with hardly any ranks or ribbons didn’t tell people that they were a Navy family, all the sweatshirts and onesies did. It wasn’t anything that was done intentionally. They had all bought the shirts before leaving for Chicago. PROUD NAVY DAD PROUD NAVY MOM PROUD NAVY BROTHER PROUD NAVY SISTER I HEART MY SAILOR

Otherwise, it will look lean, and a lean battleline is too enticing for my father to resist. “We have to tell him,” Lex says as he follows behind me. This isn’t his first statement of such. He’s said the same thing about a hundred times. I am dressed in black pants and a matching black shirt made of the stretchy material the vampires use for their uniforms, though the cut on my garments is not the same as these troops, so I don’t think it’s officially a uniform. I think it’s just similar, and it fit me, so Nellie brought it to me.