Day 1

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The sun shied through my blinds. Another day my life is drained out of me. I don't want to die but if God wants me to then I accept it. My mother, not so much. But I have more energy today. Why you may ask? Well today's the day I can start and complete my bucket list. I get dressed in my usual clothes and walk down to breakfast. My mother is possibly cooking my waffles at the moment drinking the same black coffee. "Brianna Renee your breakfast is ready!" "Coming mom!" She thinks it's her fault sometimes that I have this. But it hurts sometimes. I'm only 17 I will be 18 in a week. I don't want chemo because I think I'm ready. I get to our small light ocean blue kitchen and sit in the seat at the table. "Hey sweetie how did you sleep?" said my mother. I love her to death but she won't quit with this question every morning. "Good mom just a little tired again." she sends me a sad smile. "well maybe in two weeks maybe you want to take the chemo? Then you might feel better." "Mom can you stop pushing the chemo on me please? I just said I will think about it ok." "Ok sweetheart. Are you starting that list today?" "Yes mom I got to go I love you." "love you too." I go out to my black Honda and drive to Cassandra's house to pick her up so we can go to the mall. The first thing on the list is to shoplift. "Cass time to go." "ok let's go to the mall to shoplift what I want ok." "Fine with me I don't know what to shoplift." We walk to American Eagle and take some sun glasses off the racks and stuff them in the pockets and run. All I herd was "Hey they took something get them!" And we ran like there was no tomorrow until we got cough. Mom came and was pissed. But understood. But when we got home and ate dinner I felt as though I just lost a sole in me. But one thing is for sure tomorrow at school I will be ready to do the second thing on the list.

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