AIDS: Who Should Get Tested?

This morning I shook your hand and patted you on the back. You probably didn't know by I had coughed on my hand before I shook yours. You were really hungry so I let you have a piece of my donut. When we were talking before class, I may have sneezed on you because my hands were full and I couldn't cover my mouth.

Later, after lunch, I found out that my grandmother died earlier in the day and I cried on your shoulder. You shirt was soaked with my tears. I was sobbing so hard that I was coughing and I felt sick. You took me to the bathroom, where I vomited, but you helped me clean myself up. We walked back to class with your arm draped around my shoulder and my tear-streaked face resting against your arms.

In the parking lot after school, I scratched the back of my knee on your car door. I couldn't see it so you offered to wipe the blood away for me. As you bent down you knicked your hand against the side view mirror and cut the skin, but you didn't notice because you were worried about my bleeding leg.

Do you deserve to know I have AIDS?

About the Author

Anisha Patel is a senior at River Ridge high school located on the west coast of Florida. She is a varsity letterman in tennis, holds a black belt in karate, and plays the violin. She is the president of Interact, Vice president of her school's student council, and is ranked first in her class. She plans on attending Stanford and becoming a chemical engineer.