The Blonde Girl

The Blonde Girl

A Story by C. Lee Battaglia

A story I wrote as a tribute to people with cancer and those who love them.


The Blonde Girl

Written by: C. Lee Battaglia

My week couldn't have gotten any worse; I had just moved into a new school and already had a bully problem. Being short and well… defenseless, I guess I was an easy target.

        “Hey twitch! Yeah you.” Alvin the bully said.

        “Don’t call me that,” I said, regretting it.

        “Oh you poor thing.” Alvin said, walking up to me and lifted me by my shirt. Being twelve years old, he was really big.

        “Let me go!” I said, kicking frantically.

        “Alright, if you say so.” The bully said as he let go of me.

        Alvin amused by my pain, turned around and went to his class. I got up and started to cry. Despite my sad condition, I had to go to class, too, and promptly headed that way.

        The classroom I was assigned to was small, but not that bad. Most of the kids were nice and had a disability like me--dyslexia or ADHD-- but others were snobby little jerks.

        No one asked me what my name was besides the school aid, and I was feeling a little left out. I tried to fit in with the other kids, but they either already had a best friend, or just didn't want to play with the twitching freak that I was. Feeling like no one cared about me, I went to the lunch room feeling sad and depressed.

        It was there in the lunchroom that I met the blonde girl. She sat at a table alone, and had an oxygen tube running through her nose. Other than that one odd thing, she looked gorgeous with her blue eyes, pale fine skin, and blonde hair that went to her shoulders.

        At seven years old, I was curious about the blonde girl. Why did she have a tube in her nose? Could she not breathe right?

      Being the curious little kid I was walked over to her table and asked, "Why do you have a tube in your nose?"

      She shyly said, "I have cancer."

      I had no clue what that was at the time so I asked, "What's that?"

      She smiled and said, "I have bad stuff in my brain and the doctors try to fix it."

I thought it was contagious so I took a step backwards and said, "Can I catch it?"

      "No I was born with it. Don't worry your safe." The blonde girl said smiling at me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Sara. What's yours?"


      "Why are you shaking so bad?" Sara asked as she noticed my arms.

      "I twitch when I'm nervous. I have ADHD and Dyslexia."

      "Oh. You don't need to be nervous. I'm nice." Sara said still smiling.

"I can't help it. I'm a freak." I said flatly.

"You are not a freak. You are a nice person." Sara said shaking her head.

      "Everyone calls me a freak though."

      "Just because someone calls you something it doesn't mean it's true." Sara said as she looked me in the eyes.


Throughout the day, Sara and I had continually bumped into each other in the hall. And during those brief moments of us being together, I felt better. It didn't take me long to realize that it was because of Sara. 

She has super powers! I thought to myself. It was as if just being around her I felt like nothing bad had happened to me throughout the day. 

After school Sara and I walked home together.

"Do you want to come over to my house and play?" I asked her.

"I would have to ask my mom first." She said smiling at me.

"Oh okay." I paused to think, "How long would that take you?"

"As long as it takes me to get home." Sara laughed.

"Oh. Okay." I said blushing.

We walked for a bit the Sara said, "Well my house is over there." She said pointing down the street. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay bye Sara." I said as I walked across the street.

Once Sara was out of sight I ran all the way home. I have a friend! I couldn't wait to tell my mom.

I ran up to my door and went inside as I yelled, "Mom, I got a new friend today."

She was in the kitchen making dinner as she asked, "Oh and what's his name?"

"It's a her." I said.

"Okay Mr. Sassy Pants. What's her name?" She questioned with a smile.

"Sara. And she has lancer." I said in a jumble of words.

"What? slow down buster... She has what?"

"Her name is Sara and she has lancer." I said smiling at the plate of apples and peanut butter my mom was making for me.

"Do you mean cancer?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. That’s it." I said taking a apple with peanut butter on it.

"She's coming over to play in a bit. I'll be outside waiting for her.

"Okay that's fine." My mom said.

As soon as I finished my snack, I went outside to wait for The Blonde Girl.


Once she finally got here I noticed that there was a woman with her that resembled Sara in a way. I figured that was her mother with her.

"Hi Chase." Sara said running up to me.

"Is that your mom?" I asked pointing a finger at the lady.

"Uh-hu." Sara said.

"Well, do you guys want to come inside to meet my mom?" I asked.

"Sure." They both said.

We walked inside and I said, "Mom, Sara and her mom is here to meet you."

She came around the corner and said, "Hello, I'm Chase's Mom." She said shaking Sara's Mom's hand.

"Hi I'm Crystal Sara's mom."

My mom crouched down next to Sara, "You're very pretty."

"Thanks." Sara said shyly.

As our mother's continued to talk I asked Sara, "Do you want to go outside and go play in my tree house?"

"Sure. Mom Chase and I are going outside to play."

"Okay that's fine." Crystal said.

We walked outside and went down to the wash where my tree house was built last summer.

"This is awesome!" Sara said staring at the Tree house.

It had a rope ladder and even windows inside. We had placed some old pillows inside to sit on.

We climbed up and inside Sara asked me, "Why did you come and talk to me at lunch? No one ever does."

"I don't know... I just had this feeling." I said honestly.

"Well, I'm glad you did." She said slowly taking my hand.

Right then I knew that she was my half that made me whole. As I blushed I said, "Let's be best friends."

She smiled then said, "Best friends forever!"

"Forever!" I cheered.

We both laughed and smiled.


Well school was never the same after 5th grade. The first few leaves were falling as Fall just begun. The bell had rang and Sara and I had stayed after school to work on a history project together.

As we were finishing up, Sara looked at me and took my hand. 

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"Just come on. We don't have that much time."

"Time for what?" I asked obviously confused. 

Sara didn't answer with her words, she turned towards me and everything had suddenly felt as if it had went into slow motion. She closed her beautiful blue eyes, and leaned in to kiss me. I was awestruck, petrified, up to this moment in my life, kids had said kissing was gross. 

As her lips touched mine, I looked at her and knew that I loved her. As she pulled away, she blushed harder then ever before, "I'm sorry... I just thought-" I cut her off and kissed her back. 

I pulled back and took her hand, "Don't be."

Sara's smile radiated, "I love you Chase."

Right then I thought  that our, forever was forever.

"I love you too," 

But I was wrong.


      As we grew up, Sara had more and more surgeries.

I was over at her house when her mother broke down into tears. Sara and I we’re in the living room, playing a board game. I looked at Sara and she had tears in her eyes, “Why are you crying?” I asked her.

She took my hand and whispered to me, “I don’t want my Mom to be sad when I’m gone… She’s given me everything and I just want her to be happy.”

It was those words that actually hit me… She didn’t have that much time left. I squeezed her hand, “Don’t talk like that… You know that we are going to be best friends forever. Right?”

She just looked at me for a moment and smiled, “Yes, forever.”


     After she went through her last surgery, I went to see her at the hospital, and as I entered her room that was decorated with the many incredible drawings that she made and a few of the ones that I made for her. She really had a way of lighting up a room.

As I looked at her, I saw that same gorgeous girl. The girl who changed my life for the better. The girl who was my best friend. The girl that I loved.

"Chase. I-" She broke down into tears and I held her hand and started to cry also.

      "I want to tell you that I will always love you." I said leaning onto her shoulder.

      She held me for awhile until I said, "I will always be with you."

      I kissed her and just held onto her. I couldn’t lose her! She was my everything!

      "Chase, If I don't make it I want you to remember-"

      "Stop! Don't talk like that. You're not going to leave me."

After a few minutes of us holding onto each other she told me, "I love you…” She looked at me sadly, “But now I've got to rest. I have a big surgery tomorrow." She said it as if it were a test and tried to cheer me up.

      Reluctantly I stood up and kissed her good bye, "I love you. I will be here tomorrow."

But I never got to see her again.


The next day I rode my bike as fast as I possibly could. I made it to the hospital and ran up the flight of stairs.

I made it to her room but what I saw was a fresh made bed, and on the table was a vase of sunflowers.

      I asked a nurse, "Where's Sara?"

      She looked at me with puffy red eyes and said, "She didn't make it through the night."

      My heart broke into a million pieces. My ears were ringing, my eyes were running like a waterfall, and my breathing was ragged… The Blonde Girl was gone. My best friend... my love... gone.

I ran out of the hospital and forgot my bike. I ran and ran and ran until I tripped and scraped up both of my knees. Once I finally got home, I went to my room and slammed the door. My only friend was gone. She was only twelve years old when she passed.

At the end of every day I think about her… How she influenced my life for the better… How she made who I am today.

To the blonde girl

© 2017 C. Lee Battaglia

Author's Note

C. Lee Battaglia
Story for all of us who lost someone...

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A magnificently beautiful story ... Some might say that it was sad to read, and did not have a happy ending ... But I say, this story is perfect in that perfect timing of two people meeting, clueless that they would ever meet, who needed someone special in their lives at that precise moment in time. She gave you something no one else ever could have, and you gave her more than you will ever know, even though you do know ... This story is tender and touching to the very core of any heart that has ever had a first crush or first love, especially someone as special as I see that she was to you ... And you to her ... A wonderful memorial to her memory in keeping her memory alive ... Thank you for sharing ... Very well written ...

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

3 Years Ago

Thanks! I really appreciate your time you put in to read my story!
She will always be remember.. read more
C. Lee Battaglia

2 Years Ago

I re edited it so re read tell me what you think!


Thank you for entering my contest. This story is so sweet. At the beginning I loved the characters and their friendship. By the end I felt tears. Congratulations!

Posted 3 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

3 Months Ago

Thank you so much! it means the world to me!
The story is very touching. Its the kind of them that high-paying venues like Writer's Digest would seem to want--if you just stretched out some of the more important scenes a bit.

I'm confused as to how the blonde girl improved the life of the narrator. I'm almost wondering if her loss at 12 wouldn't be devastating. If she continued to be his only friend and he never got another friend, wouldn't he be destroyed by her death? So what I want to know is how she changed him so that either he was happy alone and by himself or he could make other friends with most of his previous self-consciousness caused by lack of confidence.

Posted 5 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

5 Months Ago

Thank you for reading my Story and I will be sure to edit it! Thank you for pointing that out to me... read more

5 Months Ago

Yes, you need to include what you just wrote here in a revision.
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They said it was fine. But they wanted to know more about your Pen name. And they said it's due Friday, or maybe it's tomorrow, sorry I can't remember. Just message me when you get a chance. And they need the grammar fixed before we can share it on the blog.

Posted 5 Months Ago

C. Lee Battaglia

5 Months Ago

For what contest is this for? and thank you!
C. Lee Battaglia

5 Months Ago

And I edited it if you want to reread it and let me know what you think...
Hey C. Lee,
My name is DC. And, I have started an outline for a film titled "Salvation". And I was looking for additional writers. After reading your piece I think you would be a great help. I would like to send you some of my work. My email is info.DCCHERELLE@GMAIL.COM. I have a google hangout as well.

Posted 12 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

12 Months Ago

Thank you!
I look forward to helping!

12 Months Ago

Yes, talk with you soon.
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God! I just don't know what to say...I could feel it, all your emotions are clearly felt. That's the biggest compliment I can give to someone. You said that my poem made you smile, and I would say that your story made me cry. Of what I have seen until now, I can conclude that you've suffered a lot in life. I am sure, God must have something great for you in store for the future. Kudos to your courage and your story!

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much!
I really appreciate the comment!
I feel honored to have received t.. read more

1 Year Ago

Haha, you're most welcome!
Straight away...Gripped. Such a beautifully well written peice of work. I really felt i was looking on seeing this little kid getting excited about having a new friend. The naievty was also extremly well written (the bit where he doesn't know what cancer)


Such a sad, sad ending...very touching.


Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

C. Lee Battaglia

1 Year Ago

Thank you, I do appreciate it.
The sad and sweet combination work great in this story. I can identify with the "freak" who feels left out and different. I have ADHD and as a kid it was difficult because I couldn't sit still or stop myself from talking to my classmates and couldn't pay attention to save my life! Still can't, lol
Thank you so much for writing this in a way others who may not suffer from learning disabilities can understand how it feels. Great piece and I'm also blonde so I appreciated that part too.

Posted 1 Year Ago

C. Lee Battaglia

1 Year Ago

Your welcome, :) and thank you for relating your blondeness to my story ;)
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I like it. It made me think, well done! It had a few grammar or spelling errors though, but it was well thought out.

Posted 1 Year Ago

When I first read this I was so overcome that I couldn't leave a comment on this wonderfully bittersweet piece. It is so tender and beautiful! I still can't really describe everything it made me feel. Just wonderful!

Posted 2 Years Ago

What a beautiful heartfelt story. This is a wonderful tribute, a great way of remembering The Blonde Girl. You have immortalized the memory of her in your words. May her soul rest in peace. I love how simple this story is, literarily speaking. It makes it more special. I like that you remember her with happiness and give her credit for making you the person that you are today. You cherish her memory and for that I truly respect you. I hope you know what a great source of comfort and strength you were for her throughout her illness. I am sure that she was grateful for you.

Thank you for sharing your story. I wish you truckloads of happiness. Keep writing. X

Posted 2 Years Ago

C. Lee Battaglia

1 Year Ago

Thank you... :)

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Added on November 22, 2014
Last Updated on September 25, 2017
Tags: Sad, Cancer, Depressing


C. Lee Battaglia
C. Lee Battaglia

Alpine, UT

My name is C. Lee Battaglia and I love to read… I read so much that my Mom grounds me from reading and tells me to go do something else. I am 18 years old. I hated reading when I was little .. more..


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