The Bucket List

prologue

It all started with a cough. I thought it was nothing, It was just supposed to be a common cold, one that happened when the seasons changed. Summer was approaching, and I caught the usual sniffle, I didn't think it was what it was. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I cried, and trust me, I cried. After all, that's what you would expect from a girl who's dying.

Hi, my name is Morgan DeAngelis. I'm sixteen. I'm a senior in High School, and as I've already told you, I'm dying.

You see, one day, about a two months ago, I got a bit of a cold, and I ignored it, knowing that it was nothing. The coughing just kept coming and coming. One day, I felt something in the back of my throat and I looked at my hand to see a splatter of blood in my palm. I figured it was time to tell my brother.

My older brother Liam is nineteen, and as of right now, he's my legal guardian. My parents were killed by a drunk driver last year. So I told him about the blood. He told me it was nothing. So I waited for a couple months, and the blood was coming up more and more each time. Liam decided to take me to the doctor. From there, the doctor sent me to a children's doctor as Sick Kids Hospital. From there, I had MRI scans, ultrasounds and they finally found a plethora of tumors in my lungs. Since I came to the doctor so late, there was nothing that they could do, and I have about one year to live.

So that's when I cried. I tried to kill myself, but I figured it wouldn't even be worth it. I only had one year left, I may as well make it count. I have freaking tumors in my lungs, and there's literally nothing I can do about it.

I'm going to die alone, and nobody will ever love me. It's okay though. I was never expecting anyone to love me anyway. I am a piano playing freak, I have fiery red hair naturally, but I died it dark brown, and green eyes. I wear black every day. I do my makeup the same too. Black winged eyeliner and mascara, and bronzer. I have a high metabolism, so I'm quite skinny. Not unhealthy, but I'm quite happy with the way my body looks. I have muscles, the doctor told me I may be able to get up to an extra month of life if I continue my excersize.

I play volleyball, I have been since I was six years old. I love it. None of my friends know about my diagnosis, and I intend to keep it that way.

Sometimes I wonder if it's Liam's fault that I am the way I am. I can't drive myself to the doctor, I don't have my full license yet. I've really just accepted the fact that I'm almost dead. That's the thing about me. Everyone knows that they're going to die eventually, I just have the opportunity of knowing when it's going to happen to me.
The advantage of having an expiry date.