Chapter Twenty

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"How was the dance?" Sam asked casually.

"It was good. Ha! No girl action if that's what you mean." I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back.

"Good."

"Are you okay, Sam?"

"Yeah." She glanced at my unconvinced expression and changed her mind. "No."

She turned towards the window and watched cars pass on the road in front of the hospital. I grabbed her hand that was ice-cold. "What's wro-"

"It's just..." She stopped and looked me in the eye. "There are so many things I still want to do before I go. And there isn't near enough time to do them all. Plus, how would I even get to do them while I'm trapped in this hell-hole of a hospital?"

She pulled away and punched her pillow with her fist lightly. 

"Why don't we make a bucket list?"

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Sam shrugged.

"Come on. Lets do it."

I snatched a pad of paper and pen from Sam's bedside table and handed it to her. She set the pen down to the paper and began to scribble things down furiously.

                                                      My Bucket List:

1. Learn to drive

2. Fly (somehow?)

3. Ride in a hot air balloon

4. Get a book published

5. Have someone write a song about me

6. Learn a foreign language

7. Try vegetarianism

8. Save a life

9. Have a first kiss

10. Give myself an extreme haircut

11. Ride on a motorcycle

12. Go to a drive-in movie theater

13. Get in a food fight

14. Travel somewhere far away

15. Be on a stage

16. Learn to play guitar


Sam paused. "I think that's it for now."

"Okay."

She leaned back against the wall. "Think any of them will ever get done?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Just you wait."

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