Hi, my name is Ari Marie Tame. My favorite color is teal, Im fifteen years old, I have a cat, I love sleeping, I have brown hair, I live in Bradenton, Florida, and Im a violist. And I have a problem. A really, really big, huge, gigantic problem: I'm suppose to be dead. Simple as that. Now, this probably doesn't sound like a problem, but it is. It really is. You see, back when I was like fifteen, I was diagnosed with some kind of terminal sickness that was slowly, but surely killing me. And so, Dr. Yew gave me a date. A death date. And that date was September 23, 2015. So, roughly two years. So I made a list, not some cliché bucket list where I went sky diving, or tried eating snake of something, no. I made a list solely formed off of revenge. And now, this wouldn't be a problem if I had died on the twenty third of September , like I was suppose to. But on September 26th I was still alive and worried, because Juniper, Colby, Jade, and I had completed the list, and the list looked like this:
1.Steal Mrs.Kettle-spoon's cat
2. Steal all the mints from Grammys workplace
3. Trash Sunil Tussle's family Chinese restraint
4. Go to Walmart and clog all the toilets
5. Egg Mr. Harks house
6. Smash up a fish and put it in Emma Blanchford's car
Who know those six things could get three people into so much trouble?
