My Disney Bucket List

My Disney Bucket List- Part 8

I entered the hallway steaming, still mad about yesterday. I stomped to my locker. Once I got there, I brutally opened it and harshly grabbed my needed books and then slammed it closed. When I did, I noticed Travis leaning against the lockers  next to mine.

"What's with the fit?" Travis asked.

"What fit, I don't have a fit," I defended myself.

"Yeah? Then what do you call stomping in the hallway, slamming your locker, and looking at your books like your gonna strangle them?" he replied.

"What?! I am not gonna strangle my books," I said.

Travis pointed to the hand that was holding my books. I looked at it and saw that my knuckles turned white from gripping my books too hard.

"Traitorous hands," I whispered.

"So, I'm going to ask again. What's with the fit?" he questioned again.

I sighed. "Okay, so you know how I was going to ask my aunt what was happening to my uncle, why he needed medication, and why he was even at the hospital?" Travis nodded. "So when I asked my aunt about it, she started yelling at me about how I shouldn't go through her stuff and I argued back of course. Then she sent me to my room! Can you believe it?!"

"Princess, to be fair, you did go through her own personal mail. And you should know better."

"I know, but if she just told me, I wouldn't have to go through her mail."

"Maybe she was going to tell you or was waiting for the right time. Maybe she didn't want to worry you so didn't tell you."

Yeah, but-"

"No buts." He laughed and I rolled my eyes. "You know I'm right and so is your aunt."

I sighed. "I guess."

"Good girl. Now let's get to class."

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"Aunty?" I approached my aunt at the kitchen counter. After some debating I decided to talk to my aunt about what happened. She was doing paperwork again, but unlike last time, I didn't look at them.

"Yes?" my aunt said with a flat voice. She must still be mad at me. I gulped.

"Um, I-I'm sorry." I started. Instead of answering my aunt just looked up at me, away from the papers.

"I-I know t-that I should-shouldn't have looked at your pap-papers and it really was w-wrong of me to get mad at y-you when it was m-me that look-looked at those p-papers and dis-disobeyed. I feel real-really terrible a-about it and, and it-it's just that I'm really really wor-worried about Uncle. I-I am truly sorry." I stammered. I don't know why I'm suddenly emotional, but it took a lot of strength to not burst out in tears.

"Oh sweetie, I know you didn't mean it. Everything is a little hectic right now and I'm sorry for all the secrets. I promise once everything is settled and in order, I'll tell you everything. I promise. Once we figure it all out, you'll know everything." she said softly.

"Okay, just tell me everything is alright with Uncle, That he'll be okay." 

My aunt pulled me into a warm embrace.

"He will, he will," she whispered.

We pulled apart slightly, enough so that we could look at each others faces.

"Everything will."

Now we pulled apart entirely. My aunt was sitting down and I was standing up.

"So we're okay?" I questioned a little scared of the answer, even though I know that we cleared everything up.

"Yes, yes we are."

"Okay, great. I love you so much and I'm sorry again."

"I love you too and it's okay."

Then I left the kitchen and started climbing the steps. Once I was inside my room, I put my bag down and sat down on my chair. I looked on my desk, and there was my dad's bucket list. I sat there for awhile just thinking until I got up and got my computer. I went back to my desk and set it down. I turned it on and then pulled up Google Chrome.

I logged onto my account and went into Google Drive. I made a new document.  Once it opened up, I grabbed the list and typed it up. After it was finished I looked it over.

Hey, wouldn't now be a good time to start it? I thought. I mean, I don't have any homework, I ain't got anything else to do. It beats doing nothing. I wonder if Travis is free. I won't know until I find out.

With that, I took out my phone and called him. It rang twice before he picked up.

"What?!" the voice from the phone snapped.

"Jeez, is that how you always answer the phone. What if I was the principle or something. It would give them a pretty bad image of you don't you think?" I joked.

"Princess?" Travis voice came out softer than before.

"Nope! The President of the United States of America here to talk about that tone of yours mister," I joked around some more,

"Seriously?" he said in a flat tone.

"Yup, totally one hundred percent serious. I have never been more serious in my life... About not being serious."

Travis sighed and I burst out laughing,

"C-come on, y-you gotta admit, that that was a pretty good one," I said still laughing a bit.

"No, no it wasn't. Not at all. Was that the only reason why you called me? To have a laugh?"

"Not at all, that was just a perk," I let out one final laugh. "Okay, okay now I'm serious. For real. What I was gonna say before I made some great jokes, was that I was thinking about starting the bucket list."

"Really! That's great! When? Can we do it now?!"

"Woah, calm yourself. Chill for a moment... You all chill yet?"

"Yeah, yeah. I chill."

I laughed. "Okay well mister chill pill, we shall start as soon as possible. So my one question for you is, how fast can you get here?"

Author's Note:

Super, duper, whatever else rhymes with super, sorry for not updating faster like I said I would. I have been sorta busy. Anywho, happy Easter y'all! Or should I say, hoppy Easter? Ha, pun! Like it? Wait I shouldn't even ask, you probably love it. So hope you liked this chapter. Or whatever else you feel about it. Love, like, hate, feel whatever you'd like to feel. Peace and war peoples!