The Bucketlist Bitches

As i walk away from school i feel my phone vibrate in my hand. It's a text message from one of my best friends ,Hannah, saying: IF YOU DON'T WAIT FOR ME I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! A smile grows on my face as i reply: you're gonna have to kill me, i already left. There is no way I'm going back just because she's so slow.

"Who was that" my other best friend, Renee, asks. "It was Hannah. She wants us to come back and wait for her" "No way, we've walked fifty meters,  I'm not turning around now. Lets just wait for her here" She says and sits down on the ground, wich is not unusual for her. I sit down beside her and we wait for Hannah.

After a couple of minutes, we see her coming towards us. "How could you leave me all alone in there?" She says as a way of greeting. "It was quite easy actually. We just walked away" Renee laughs and Hannah punches her lightly in the arm. "Ouch" She says and clutches it like she has just been shot. "That didn't hurt" Hannah mutters and Renee giggles. 

"Come on you slugs" I cry from the top of the hill. "You're so slow!" "You're so annoying" Renee mutters and starts running towards me. "I heard that" "I know" she shouts as she crashes into me, causing both of us to fall. I feel my ass hitting the ground, and then a second later, Renees elbow hits me in the ribs. I cry out in pain, but she just laughs and starts tickling me. "Noooo, please stop" I try to say, but the words turn into helpless cries of laughter.

"Will you stop complaining about how slow we are?" Renee says."NEVER!" I shout so loud everyone i  the neighbourhood is bound to hear it. "Then i will have to tickle you until you die"

I laugh so hard my insides hurt. "Okay, Okay. I promise never to complain about how slow you are. Even though you're a couple of snails" "Good" She says and gets off me.

"Now help me up" I command her, but she just keeps walking. "Nope" She says, popping the P. "You can do it yourself, I'm just a snail, remember" God I'm surrounded by infants, i think as i get up and run up on their side.

I have no idea how we get home, but after fifteen minutes of shouting insults to each other,  we finally reach my house. We always hang out at my house, it's the closest one so it makes sense, and I'm always left with a huge mess to clean up after they leave. I don't mind it, they're messy.

Correction, we're messy.

"Ugh, I'm so thirsty" Hannah says and pours herself a glass of chocolate milk. "Do we have any homework today?" "No, as usual" Our teachers are really lazy so we hardly get any homework. "Thank god, I'm go..." She start saying,  buy she gets cut of by Renees war cry. "Memememe!" She shouts as she takes a snapchat photo of herself. "You have a snap" She says to me and i check my phone. Yes, i do have a snap from Renee. I open it, and jump, because it's a picture of her nose. That's Renee in a nutshell,  she sits on the ground,  tackles you and sends you pictures of her nose.

I've just recovered from the nose picture when i hear Hannah singing and playing the guitar in the living room. She is a great guitar player, but she is not much of a poet. Her lyrics goes like this: "And there is a table covered in painted apples, and there is a lamp filled with cotton balls. They are just ordinary cotton balls hanging from the ceiling but i like to call them my best friends!" Wow, what has this girl been smoking?

"CAT!" Hannah cries from the top of the stairs. I have a really small house so she doesn't have to scream, but Hannah loves noise. So does Renee too, because she also starts shouting. "CATCATCATCAT!" "WHAT!" I scream as loudly as i can. "We're going to be late for practice!" "I know! I just have to cange first" I run from room to room pulling up my pants and putting on my sports bra. Now where's my t-shirt? Hannah runs down the stairs and starts pulling books out of the bookshelf. "The hound from baskerville meets Ivar Aasens cat!" she reads out loud.  "This is a book you should read" "Why? Because my name is Cat?" "Exactly" she puts the book back in place and takes my trophy down from the shelf. I got it last year when my gymnastics team came in second place in some competition. What crazy shit is she going to do with it now?

I get my answer quicker than I like, because she brings it to the bathroom and fills it with water. When she comes back, she raises it to her mouth and takes a sip. "Ah, the taste of victory" She sighs. "The taste of second place actually" I laugh and  take it away from her. "Weren't we in a hurry?" I ask her and her eyes widen. "Yes, HURRY UP YOU LAZY MOTHERFUCKER!" I swear we're normal.

Two hours later we're sprawled out on the floor in my room, exhausted from volleyball practice. When you have practice for two hours a day, three times a week, yoy would think we were good at it. But we're not.

"I swear I'm dying" Renee groans and rolls over. "Me too" Hannah whispers. I don't say anything,  i just make a dying whale sound to show my agreement.  Every inch of my body is aching and i don't think I'll ever be able to get up from this soft comfortable floor.

"You guys, this is the last year we will go to the same school.  Next year we won't see each other each day anymore" Renee says, and i feel a stab of pain in my chest. she is right. We have been going to the same school for the last ten years,  but this is our last year. "I'll miss seeing your stupid faces every day" I say and we laugh. "No, seriously. We have to do something special this year. Something we'll remember for the rest of our lives"

None of us knows what to say after that, we just lie there in silence, and i cant help but thinking this would make a really good movie scene. But then Hannah breaks the silence by saying the words that would give us stories to tell and pitctures to take, people to meet and places to see, but most imprtant, they would change us completely: "What about a bucketlist?"

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(A/N)

If you've read this chapter, it means you have found your way to my holy cave. Haha, seriously.  Writing is my way to escape the world and i would love it if you told me what you think about this story. I have no idea if how often i will be able to update it as to the fact that I'm tying to write another book, but i will try my best.
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