The "Last Chance" List (On Hold, For Now)

Chapter Two - The List

So that's how it happened. And here I am still pacing, trying to calm myself. My mother had left shortly after, before telling me that everything was going to be alright. She hugged me and walked to the door, stopping to tell me dinner will be done soon. Then she left, left me to think about all this. I had 3 whole months, until my life was in someone else's hands. I know that must sound dramatic, but sadly it's true. In our world, our society, when a women is married she is never more than a trophy wife. Thankfully my mother had her fashion line long before she met my father. 

Though deep down I know he would never take it away from her nor make her not pursue her dreams. I hate how I will have no say in the way I control my life. It is enough living with mother and father, but even then I can get out and do some things. He won't take the business though. Father will make sure of that. I got to get a grip, there's nothing I can do. No way out. I wish I could live in a book. Oh how many times have I said that throughout the years? To be free, to do what I want in life. 

My mind swirled, going through all my books in my collection, as I lay down on my bed. My eyes closed, and I could see the covers of each book, calming me. Then it landed, right there, my way out. I had read the book a thousand times, the thought of having such a list would be amazing. A bucket list. I shot up and dashed to my desk. Taking out my notebook, filled with the Eiffel tower and the London eye on the pages, I started my list. I had wrote bucket list on the top, and just before I was about to write my first one, I stopped. Bucket list... it didn't sound right. I looked up at the ceiling in thought, then crossed out the words, and turned the page. On the top instead I wrote, "The Last Chance List" because isn't that what this is? My last chance at freedom. I wrote the number 1 at the side and started my list.

1.

Only to realize that my mind had went blank. What is that I would like? I put my hand on my forehead and leaned forward onto my desk. I closed my eyes. What would I like? As I stayed there, going over books and the adventures and stories Brianna (Aka, my best friend), would tell me. Suddenly ideas started popping up.

1. Get a part time job

I have always wanted one, and not my father's business. Plus I've never actually worked there. Just helped out and observed for when I would get it. All the money I get is from my parents, and though people would love that, I don't. I want to earn my own money.

2. Get a BIG dog

Mother always hated the idea of big dogs, said they were too rambunctious and messy. We have three cats and even though they shed, my mother always said they were sophisticated. I could agree and disagree on that, but I am by far a cat person. Though I have always wanted a dog, maybe a puppy which will grow up to be a strong, big dog.

3. Travel somewhere without my parents.

Never have I gone anywhere that my parents haven't been beside me. It'd be nice to take a little vacation without them. As I wrote down those, more and more flooded in my head one by one.

4. Drink something besides wine or champagne

5. Go to a party, one of those wild ones Brianna goes to

6. Eat a whole pizza to myself

7. Climb a tree again

8. Go apple picking

9. ROAD TRIP!

10. Move out (only for a while)

11. Go swimming at a beach

12. Ride a motorcycle

13. Get my license

14. Pull an all nighter