As soon as the bell rang I saw Bradley walking down the hall with my bright pink duffel bang.
"Where do you think you're going with that Mr. Pack," I yelled at him.
"You want to go to all 50 states, right," he said.
What was he talking about?
"The bucket list? Remember? From when Mr. Christiansen subbed."
I remembered.
"We can't possibly make it to all 50 states on a Friday night."
"Okay, so we'll hit one this weekend and we'll hit the rest later. I'm thinking a summer road trip after graduation."
I won't make it to graduation.
"That's reasonable, I guess. But what makes you think I'll get into a car with you?"
"I'm a great driver. And Frankie's a great car."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Frankie?"
"She's beautiful isn't she," Bradley cooed at his car.
"You need help," I told him as I stared at the old piece of junk in front of me.
"Don't we all."
Bradley threw my bag in the trunk and hopped in the front seat.
He obviously wasn't going to take no for an answer.
I sighed, "shot gun?"
Frankie,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. If you break down, so help me, I will slash your tires and have you taken to a scrap yard. I am not getting left on the side of the road.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
