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Writing for Life - Organ Donation - State Winner

​Darly - State Winner
Donate for Life - Writing for Life competition
​Donate for Life - 'Writing for Life' State Competition Winner

For the majority of the world, people who receive organs are simply just people who receive organs.
In less than 300 words, I submitted the story Fin in an attempt to encapsulate the idea that organ recipients can be anyone. They can be your best friend or your aunt’s next door neighbour, your sister’s boyfriend or the person who’s sitting right next to you. They could be the person who plays basketball everyday or in Fin’s case, someone who loves the ocean.
Fin turned out to not only be considered a highly commended story, but it became Queensland’s state-wide winner for the Donate for Life ‘Writing for Life’ competition. 
Darly (Centenary State High School)
State Winner
15 years old

I used to love the ocean. Thick salty air that smelt like home and stinging water spraying onto raw cheeks. My sacred haven that dissolved secrets and sadness. Iwas two, with the edges of my toes sinking into soft sand, when I felt the first lick of brackish water. It beckoned for me to stay; inexplicable magic.
Dad called me Fin that day. I could've grown gills if I had stayed in the water long enough.
It all ended with the bump. Just a tiny bump on the right side of my left elbow. And that was all it took, just a small little bump, before I was rushed to hospital. Out of my home. Out of the ocean. They said it was called osteosarcoma. My mouth could barely even pronounce the word, let alone fathom how it brought me here, on this sticky hospital bed. A fish out of water.
"How was therapy today, sweetheart?" Mum asks.
It's been eight months since I entered the wards.
I give her my best smile, "Fine."
Her smile is almost as forged as my own.
I hated chemotherapy. I needed salty water, on my body, swimming in my lungs. I needed the ocean, yearned for it. I could hear it whispering for me to come home again. I was drowning.
Dad squeezes my hand, forcing a small smile. He knew I missed it. "Someone will come around eventually, munchkin."
The sound of hectic commotion erupts outside, a large figure gushes out of the door. I see Dr Nolan standing silent and still. I expect him to yell, shouting a voice so loud it will shatter my ears.
But the words come out softer than sand. "Fin, someone called."
My heart could've stopped.