Jemma Henley's Short Story

Jemma Henley walked down the high school’s corridor and turned. After a short walk up the stairs, she was already out of breath. She looked down to see the small box protruding out of her chest that kept her heart rate normal. Walking wasn’t simple for kids like her. Her v-neck t-shirt showed just the top of a scar that ran down her chest. Sighing, she continued her long walk to her classroom. Jemma checked her watch and looked around. Although she had gotten out of class as quickly as possible, she was still late to class. After reaching the classroom, she noticed that there was a note on the door. It read “Studying in football field today.” Jemma didn’t think she could get all the way to the football field and back in time for her class, so she sat down on a bench and pulled out the book she was reading. Reading was the only thing she truly enjoyed. As she flipped open to her most recent page, a boy with a mop of brown curls and bright blue eyes hurriedly walked past. When he approached the classroom that Jemma was supposed to be in, she heard his panting and looked up. …show more content…
You can probably catch them,” Jemma mumbled. The boy turned around and smiled. Running his hands through his hair, he looked at her with kind eyes and said, “No. I don’t think I can. You see, anything that involves oxygen isn’t really my strong suit.” Confused as she was, Jemma smiled. “Anything that involves a working, whole heart isn’t really my strong suit.” “Interesting,” the boy muttered. “My name is Leo and I have pulmonary