Bucket List

Number 9 And 10.

June 21st

"Ella! Are you going to visit Sammi today?" My Mum asked, popping her head in my room. I looked at her from my mirror, and nodded.

"I'm taking her to the One Direction concert today. I already talked to her parents, I'm going to supervise her, make sure she has all her wires hooked up to her wheelchair," I said. I fixed my navy blue tank, and pulled it down a bit over my white denim shorts.

"What you're doing is an amazing thing, sweetie. I'm really proud of you," Mum smiled, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. I pulled on one of my chocolate brown curls and watched it bounce back up sadly.

"I just, I hate seeing her this sick. In so much pain. I want to do everything I can to help her beat this. Because she's going to, I know it," I said, peering into my sky blue eyes, which was lined with some eyeliner.

"I know, honey. We all hate it. And you doing this is helping her forget about it for just a minute. Be safe and call me of anything happens, and I'll pick you up, okay?" She asked. I turned around and nodded. I grabbed my phone off my bed and shoved it in my back pocket.

"Of course, thanks Mum. Love you," I smiled, and shoved my white converse on. She smiled at me and uncrossed her arms.

" I love you too, sweetie," She left my room. I grabbed the two tickets I had, and tucked them into my back pocket.

"Mum! Come back!" I yelled. I heard the familiar footsteps, then her head popped back in my door way.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being there when Dad left. You're an amazing Mum,"

"Thank you, sweetie. You're an amazing daughter. Now get to the hospital so you won't be late. Just be back before 5," She said, then retreated out of my room. I laughed a little and shook my head.

I walked out of my room and downstairs. I grabbed a red apple off the counter, since I absolutely hated green apples, and walked to the front door. I swiped my keys off the key ring by the door, and slipped out the door.

I walked out into the cool, misty air of London. It was Summer, yet it was still a bit chilly. London has crazy weather, where it rains almost all the time. It'd be a miracle if you could see the sun.

I walked down my driveway and hopped in my blue Bug. I turned on the engine and buckled in. I switched on the radio and backed out of the driveway.

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I walked into the hospital, the blast of cold air hitting me right when I stepped in, sending goose bumps up my bare arms. I've never really liked hospitals. The white walls that held sorrow and misery, all the sad looks, and the crying faces I witness everyday.

I shuddered a bit and walked to the elevator. I stepped in, and mashed the 3 button. The doors closed, and I hummed Made In The USA by Demi Lovato, while tapping my foot. Good thing they didn't have they crappy elevator music, or else I would take the stairs.

The doors opened and I walked out. I turned down the left hallway, and into the cancer ward. I've always hated coming into this part of the hospital. Seeing all the small child, just skin and bones, roaming the hallways with sad looks, and never seeing them again.

Room 8012, Sammi Douglas. I opened the door, and walked in. Sammi's main nurse, Olivia, who was here often when I visited Sammi, was hooking hooking some wires to her wheelchair, which she was in.

"Hello Ms. Ella. I'm about done, then you and Sammi can get out of here. Just remember, call if anything bad happens," Olivia warned. I glanced at the walls, which were covered top to bottom in pictures of Sammi, her family, my family, our friends, our cousins, some pretty sunsets, and I.