Leukemia Shirts Novels & Stories

A blank car drove inside the hospital’s compound and parked beside a white car there, the door at the driver side opened and the laundry guy got down from the car. He was wearing their club’s uniform (Amontekun) which was somehow reddish in colour including the beret and the boots that he was putting on, everything was reddish in colour.

I take it to the growing pile of recruits who have their bags. Blade walks up. He removed his painted shirt and Zeke tossed him a fresh one. "Alright, once you have your bag, open it. Inside is a shirt. This is your team color. Put it on and divide into your teams." I'm yellow. But Rez and Felix are green. I put it on and jog with my bag to my team. It's filled with guys I know, so I'm fist bumping and side clapping hands.

“Don’t you ever learn?” I stare at the black leather jacket as if seeing it for the first time, and not as if I’ve had it for the past 10 years. Running down the right sleeve is a green M with the words ‘Monster Energy’, while the Reaper skull with wings decorates the other sleeve between smaller patches of different logos. On the back is a huge green number 13. I quickly fold it and stuff it into my bag. To burn later. Probably. But Kiara is wrong again. I did learn my lesson. The hard way.

Lucas squinted his eyes, trying to remember if he had seen it before. "Isn't this a symbol from a leather jacket?" Leon commented, making Lucas look at the object again. It was a large black button with the logo "LK." Suddenly, Lucas widened his eyes as he recognized the logo. It was the logo of the largest leather jacket brand in America, LKing. Lucas recalled that Luna had been a brand ambassador for LK.

Jax looked confused and everyone else laughed. It was an infant sized white t-shirt that said, "I don't snore, I dream I'm a motorcycle". "Keep going. You'll figure it out." Raine smiled. Jax opened the second box and unfolded a black infant tshirt. Written on it is, "Born to be a Biker Just like my Daddy". The third box has two shirts in it in Jax's size. One is white. It has a picture of a motorcycle on it and says, “My Daddy is a Biker”.

—with rhinestones, painted hearts, and what looked to be glitter glue in the form of a rattle? Underneath it all stood the whole Thompson-Auburn tribe, boisterous, proud, and unrepentantly quirky… clad in coordinated T-shirts. Bubblegum and powder blue. Big block letters. "WELCOME HOME FUTURE PARENTS," they said—each shirt daringly worn like a uniform of baby-pressure combat. Damian came to a stop mid-step. "Oh god. It's a baby ambush." Eliana blinked, then squinted. "They… they made merchandise?"

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

Estella greeted me from behind the bar, "Glad you made it before the match." "Thanks. I see just as many yellow shirts as red." "You stand out if you don't wear your color. We sell Slam shirts for twelve bucks if you want one." "Absolutely. I'm not exactly blending in at the moment." They all laughed as Estella dug out a plastic-wrapped red t-shirt from under the bar. "I'll put it on your tab and you can go change in the bathroom if you want." "Go change. We'll hold your stool," Stub said as she waved me away.