The Writers' Circle

I am the greatest being that has ever lived, not that I like to boast or anything.

I have created a cure for cancer.

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"Morning. What's up?" Gillian asked as I walked through the doors to my office. I like Gillian and all, but ever since I took him on as my receptionist, I wish I hadn't. He's good at his work, trustworthy with formulas, but he's just an annoying young man. He asks me questions about how everything's going every day as I walk in that revolving door that I always get stuck in, and my answer is always the same: "Gil, you've worked here for two and a half years, you know I can't involve my receptionist in important details about cures and new formulas and everything!" and he always replies with, "Just waiting till you crack, and you will...one day." But today, I had not woken up to a good start. I had got up on the wrong side of the bed and hit my head on the wall in the cramped space I have to sleep in, then there was no orange juice, tea or coffee for breakfast so I ended up with water and just toast. My radio didn't work for some reason, and I don't always remember to plug it in, and I know what you're thinking. 'How could someone this stupid who gets stuck in revolving doors and doesn't remember to plug their radio in could have a cure for cancer?' I know, I used to think that too till I got serious about my work.

But anyway, I was in a bad mood and cried, "Stop asking me questions! The press are coming in two hours for an interview on the cure for cancer! Shut up!" then I realised what I'd just said. I'd told him something about work - even if it's just a press conference - and that is not acceptable where I work.

"I knew you'd crack!" Gillian cried, standing up and clapping his hands together in celebration. He took something out and put a big tick on the page with today's date - it must have been some sort of diary or record of events. "And it only took..." he took a moment to figure the answer out, flicking the pages of his diary as he summed everything up, "two years, six months and five days!"

I sighed as I walked to the door that read 'PRIVATE'. I took out my keys and opened the lock.

In a hurry to get rid of my heavy brief case, I left the door open accidentally and Gillian walked in. "You're not supposed to be in here," I said.

"Gees! I was only looking!"

"You are so annoying!" I had said it without realising. "Always asking questions, being nosy, never shutting up, following me around, pinching my keys... Just get lost!" my mouth had carried on until it wouldn't stop. I could have gone on forever with that list but I stopped because I needed time to breathe.

Gillian looked offended. "Fine. If that's what you think of me," he left my office and lifted his things from his desk. I followed him out automatically, hoping he didn't do anything drastic. "I quit."

Those were the words I dreaded to hear. "No, Gillian, please!" I never thought I'd see the day where I'd be begging the annoying Gillian to come back and continue working for me. But he just ignored me and walked out the door.

I left him to his own thoughts, but the next day, he had got a job as a member of the press and was owning bag loads with the dreadful headlines he was coming up with for the tabloids. There was an article of me in there, how even though I'd found a cure for cancer, and had cured many people, I was horrible to work for. There was a lot more 'stuff' in there about me, but I threw the paper in the bin.

This slimmed my chances of getting a decent receptionist. Loads of people signed up for the job when I sent out an advertisement, but now, I had fewer to choose from. I settled for a middle aged woman, with wild hair and brown eyes. She wasn't as good as Gillian but she would do. 

Man, I never realised Gillian would do something as stupid as this.

I sighed as I carried on with my work.

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I have created a cure for cancer and it has been proven and we are testing it at the minute but it seems to work.

No one has died but there were a few minor injuries which some have reacted to but we are working on the perfected version now.

I have it's name and logo already, Keep Cancer Out, trust Fly Away. It's cool, huh?

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And my name is Francis Willderman.

The person who cured cancer forever.