This is a fictional little story I made up:

There it is agian, the aching dizzy-ness that starts in the back of my head and clouds over my whole body. This is beginning to become a regular occurance. Doctors don't seem to care that I am having these "dizzy spells" only why, and that thus far is the main unanswered question. Why am I dizzy? Why do I feel drunk when I'm stone-cold sober? Why does my tongue tingle and go numb sometimes? Do I have cancer? Panic attacks? Diabetes? Am I crazy? Do I have mono AGIAN?

Apparently, taking the equivalent to the nile river in blood out of my arm can only determine and I am not anemic, and my blood pressure is normal. All my other questions must wait until the vile carrying my blood is transported to the main hospital and screened for everything under the sun.

"What prompts the dizzy feelings?" I don't know.
"When are they occuring most often?" They are random.
"Does you're head ache?" Yes.
"Any chance you're pregnant?" Hell No.
"Are you sexually active?" No.

These are the types of questions I have become quite used to. The doctor, my parents, other adults. Not one sincere "How are you feeling?".

My health should take precedence over everything, but I can't help but let my mind wander. That last question, "are you sexually active?" always gets to me. I am 16 years old, not sexually active. Normal? By what standards? Almost everyone I know has lost their virginity, or at least planning on it. All except the "holy girls", the "ugly girls", the "fat girls, and the "softball dykes". My problem is that I don't fall under any of these malicious highschool stereotypes.

It almost happened...that one night, after the East Central game. It was a bitter loss. We both needed consolation. We both needed to get away from the pressures that being juniors in highschool can bring. He drove me home from the game that night, he had showered in the locker room with his team mates making his hair hang in shaggy, wet tendrils that framed his face. His eyes were clouded with loss, failure. It was my job to make it better. I was his girlfriend. Was.

Seemingly right on que, the 4th doctor of the day poked her head out into the waiting room. "Leighton? Leighton Downs?"

"I'm right here."