Bucket List (English Version)

Chapter one

"Ambs! Ambs!", I called Amber, one out of two person, I consider as a friend.

"What's wrong? You were almost late again! And why are your cheeks so red? Did you run? You seem like out of breath."

I already left the bus and everything and I can't seem to move on?

"Something happened earlier...", I haven't even told the story and I'm already feeling giddy. What the!

"What is it? Why do you seem very giddy?"

Damn, it's hard to stay calm...

"In bus... I took it with another stranger... he has the looks..."

"And then?"

"Our faces got closer!!!", oh my... it's so hard to forget that scenario <3<3<3

"That's it? You're so OA (overacting)..."

"Hey, you're too much... I don't get like this that often...", sometimes she's really KJ (killerjoy)... sometimes I even think she isn't really interested in what I'm saying... makes me somewhat insecure...

"And what? Did you get his name? Number? Did you at least talk to him?"

"As if that's an easy task to do?", he didn't do anything, there's even no excuse me. How can I even talk to him... "more of that, when did I ever talked to someone I don't know?"

"In fairness... then just forget him... there's a lot of people and you get attracted to someone you don't know. You're really something, aren't you? What if you just pay attention on Rick?"

"Huh? Rick? What's wrong with you... He's just messing with me..."

"He likes you ever since Grade 4 in elementary, right?"

"That's the case... we were just little kids back then... I bet he's really just messing around. And since we're far from each other, I bet he has another girl there."

"And you're jealous?"

"Of course not... Whatever..."

"How about Haven? Why don't you go out with him?", Amber's look changed. That teasing face.

"What's up man. Why do you refer a lot of men? Haven is just my gamer bud. Friends. Like us. Just friends. Normal friends."

//Haven is the second friend i consider. The one I always play Playstation or online games with. He's the best male best friend type.//

"Really? That's a waste... you look good together.", here she goes again... her look with a different meaning.

"Don't know what's with you!", I smacked her. My hand felt heavy.

"That hurts okay!", she lifted her hand, trying to taunt, but she never dares to hit me, because she knows I get my revenge a hundredfold.

"Let's just go... we're already late." I put my arm on her and dragged her to our next class.

-After Class-

"Ambs, accompany me please."

"Where to?"

"To the mall, I want to apply..."

"Is the money left for you already gone?"

"Three years have passed, of course it's already gone..."

// Three years... three years have already passed since my dad died...

Our relationship was a bit awkward because he was almost never at home. And the time he actually had time for me... that was the time he was taken away from me...

We were on our way by car to a restaurant, to celebrate my 16th birthday. That was exactly on Christmas. Many people. Traffic. And together with a heavy rain.

Who knew there was a drunk person driving. Exactly at the intersection where we were. Our traffic light was green, but the drunk driver started to hit the gas even though it was red on his side.

He basically plowed the car where my dad and I were. The impact was so big that our car gut turned over... before I lost consciousness I saw my dad's clothes covered in blood... I also heard cars stopping and people who were talking on the background.

I regain consciousness in a room. Everything was white. Most probably a hospital. I stood up, covered in bandafges and injected with something. Then I suddenly remembered daddy... I quickly left the room. And the nurse saw me on time.

She asked me where I was going and forced me to lie on the bed. I instantly asked her about daddy. I asked her where was the man I was with. She said he was in the next room. I couldn't stay still. I had another feeling that time. I removed the things whatever was injected on me. I forced myself to go out of the room and start to open the doors of the neigboring rooms. Right. Left. I didn't see anyone familiar. The nurse only watched me opening the doors. And looked on the floor when I looked at her.

"Where's dad? I thought he was in the next room? Why isn't he there?" I was in verge of crying in fear and nervous of what happened to my father... "Please... I want to see him...", my voice started to shake... and finally my tears rolled down on my cheeks. Even my legs have given in. I fell down on the floor, crying and crying... the doctor arrived... I instantly grabbed on his lab coat.

"I'm sorry to tell. But you're father is gone..."

The time he told sorry, I haven't heard anything else. My mind just flew somewhere else. The days we were together started to flashback... My tears continue to flow...

The nurse helped me to get on the wheelchair and led me to where my father was. One bed... covered in a white blanket... and I knew someone was under that blanket. My eyes weren't focused on anything... speechless... no movement.

The doctor removed the blanket covering the head slowly. I saw... Even though his face were full of wounds and bruise and even if his face and lips were pale... I know... I know the one who owns that face...

My expressionless self, just exploded when I saw my dad unconscious...

That time... I was regretting... because I never let him feel how much I loved him... even if we see each other so seldom... I couldn't even say thank you for keeping me... I couldn't even see him live... I couldn't even accompany him while he was striving to live...

That's the story of my life.

I'm only living with the money my dad left me. And since I was just 3 when I lost my mother, I don't have any parents to rely to. All of my relatives live abroad... some of them wants to keep me, but I don't want to leave here... so now, I need to find ways to save and earn money...

"Let's go, so then we can finally eat as well."

"Your treat?"

"Ha! Feeling lucky? Next time when I found work."

We went straight to the mall and ate at a fast food chain and after that we found a newly opened cafe. I instantly asked and the manager said I just have to bring my resume and etc.

I hope I'll get hired.