A Dying Girl's List

Chapter 24

(9 months left) (November)

“Let's look for Angelina Jolie,” Lissa said, looking at every pink glittery star, with all the celebrity names you could think of.

Kevin Hart, Ellen DeGeneres, Reese Witherspoon, Taraji P. Henson, and so many more. Looking down at their stars, made it feel as though they were right there.

“Here it is.” Jace spotted.

“Come on, take the picture,” she said, sitting down beside the star. Jace crouched down, snapped the picture, and smiled at it when it developed. He came to sit down beside her to show her the picture.

“It looks cute, just like you.” he flicked her nose with his index finger and chuckled.

“Yeah, you flirt,” she spoke, scrunching her nose for a second.

“Now what? I mean you've seen the stars so, 'walk down the Hollywood Walk Of Fame', is complete.” he said getting onto his feet. He dusted off the back of his pants, then stretched out his hand to help Lissa up.

“Uhm, well I'm in the mood for celebs — as you can tell.” she gestured around to the stars littering the floor, “So let's go to the wax museum. There's a certain actress I want to see. Even if it's just a statue,” she spoke, walking side-by-side with Jace, glancing down now and again, when she saw a familiar name.

“Cool.”

•

“I wonder where it could be? There are just so many. It's kinda creepy, right? They all look so...life-like.” the pair walked around the Los Angeles wax museum, filled with life-like, life-size wax statues of celebrities. While admiring, and feeling slightly creeped out by the statues, Lissa was desperately trying to find her idol, Sofia Vergara's, wax figure.

“Check it out! It's Elvis Presley. What's crack-a-lacking, dude?” Jace asked the wax statue and chuckled.

“Elvis, huh?” he heard a voice say, then Lissa appeared beside him, “Who knew you'd appreciate the finer arts?”

“It's whatever,” he shrugged, and smiled, “Come on, let's go this way.” he took hold of both her shoulders and led her further down the room.

“Look, there she is. Sofia Vergara. Come on Jace, take the picture,” she handed him the backpack and posed beside Sofia.

Jace laughed at her expression; she looked happier than a kid in a candy store. A child on Christmas morning.

He took the camera out from the backpack and snapped her picture. She squealed at the Polaroid then put it in the front pocket of the backpack. The pair then strolled through the rest of the museum and left late afternoon.

“And now? Where to next?” Jace asked in the car,

“Venice canals.”

“Is that all?” Jace asked, “I mean, taking a picture at the canals won't take long. Isn't there something else to do after?”

Lissa looked at the list, “Well, I was thinking about doing number ninety-five: the flea market. Maybe we could do that too?” Jace grinned and nodded.

•

“Wow! This is spectacular.” the Venice canals, a sight Lissa had always wanted to see, and now she has.