Why are you always late? Are you intending to start a collection of beta forms?

Nancy grumbled
grouchily and pouted her pink lips, vertical lines emerging in between her thick, furrowed
eyebrows, her fair arms wrapped stiffly together as steam escaped from her little nostrils. You are
seriously..
Oh my god, you are worse than my mother's mother! Stop nagging for goodness's sake! King
hissed bitterly, his coal-black eyes, smoldering in fury, turned into tapered slits. His hands irately
clamped into two tight balls, and his toes clenched sourly.
Then, he widened and helplessly rolled his eyes as he heaved sighs of defeat. Slapping his broad
forehead and brushing his short spiky, brown hair vigorously with sheer exasperation, he took a
deep breath, and in a low tone, he muttered, I wish you will shut up and die.
Oh..oh..okay. Nancy stuttered stupefyingly, her huge hazel-brown eyes bulged in astonishment,
her lips quivered slightly. Her eyes became vitreous and red, and staggered away in shock. Her
heart was like a huge rock that weighed ten tonnes. Her world became muted and the apologetic
cries of King would not went through her small ears.
She shrank in a corner under the stairways, her hands clasped around her knees. Warm tears
dribbled down her cheeks, and her knees were plastered with tears streaks.
Her hand groped through her pleated skirt's pocket, and trembling, she pulled out a white folded
piece of letter.
She flattened the paper, brought it close to her, and scanned the bolded words in the middle of the
paper.
It read: Diagnosed: Stage IV Colon Cancer.