Cassandra's Dead Sister's Bucket List ✔

-13-

·Katie·

'Chaos', and 'anxiety' are also really good words to describe me. My anxiety pours through my gestures. The sole of my yellow Converse taps the floor, and I interlock my cold fingers because it's embarrassing how much they're shaking—I've never been more nervous in my entire life.

Cassandra's teeth roam around her thumbnail as we wait for the Ticketmaster website to show the Coldplay's tickets on sale.

"This isn't even possible, Katie," Cassie states, her eyes glued to my laptop's screen.

"We've got to try, Cassandra," I insist. After a month of her arrival, and everything that has happened with her sister's bucket list, we have to try to get the tickets in the field.

She exhales loudly. "Why don't we get back to convincing Tobias to break up with Quinn, and kiss me. I really want to do that first before any other item on the list."

"I-, I don't-" I just can't voice the reasons why I'm apprehensive about Tobias since I don't remember exactly what happened that night.

The crickets chirp outside, welcoming the dark, early evening. A sad feeling settles in my heart when I glance at Tobias' house. The flashbacks threaten my mind. They had stopped for a while, but now they keep coming. Ulysses was right—I shouldn't have gone to that place again.

"Kat!" Cassie brings me back to earth. "The tickets! They're available now!" She proclaims, jumping up and down in front of my desk. "Come on! Do something," she commands me.

"Okay, okay." I take a deep breath, sliding my chair closer to my laptop. My fingerpads tap nervously on the keyboard trying to access the site. After logging in with my personal information, the screen goes black for a long, very long second. A buffering arrow flickers on and off on the screen before us.

"What the hell is going on?" Cassandras asks, impatiently.

"I- I don't know!" I reply.

Her manicured hands gesture at the screen. "But we did everything they asked for."

"I know. We just have to wait."

"Wait?" she asks, pissed off. "We've been waiting all day long to get a damn ticket!"

"Okay. Wait. Look!" I show her our queue number.

You're now in the queue.

Sixteen people in front of you.

"You got to be kidding me." She slaps the desk. "We're number seven freaking teen? We've been here ever since they made the announcement, and we've sixteen other people ahead of us?"

I rub her shoulder trying to comfort her. "Cass, that's surprisingly close! Trust me, for other concerts, the page just crashes down, or you get two thousand people before you."

"Really?" she asks, her voice laced with anguish.

"Yes, Cas. Relax, we'll get the tickets no matter what."

🖤🖤🖤

I carefully slide the door open, hovering with the plate of cookies in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. "Has it moved any further?"

"We're number thirteen now." She peers down at her two-toned nails.

"Ugh," I grumble, setting the plate down. "This's gonna take forever." I sit next to her.