The Bucket List

Chapter 1 - Part 1: The Bucket List...

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Chapter 1-Part 1... – The Bucket List...

Kenzie’s POV...

The morning after, that’s what this is. Today is Monday, the morning after I found out I was losing the battle to Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Today was also school, the day I dreaded most. I wasn’t exactly well liked at our school; I didn’t want to get close to anyone since I knew the cancer would win the battle.

Glancing in the mirror, I saw tear streak marks down my cheeks from all the crying last night. The taste of salt still lingers on the tip of my tongue.

I knew I had to face school today, I didn’t want to but I had too. People would just question me more and I didn’t want to let anything slip, as no-one at school knew of my rare form of cancer, not even the teachers.

Dragging my butt to my wardrobe I changed, dragged a brush through my straight waist length brown hair. Next I went and washed away all the tear marks off my face, leaving my perfect soft, tanned skin, behind with my ocean blue eyes that I loved too much for my own good.

Once I was sorted I ran downstairs grabbed a breakfast bar and banana, before heading to school. Wanting to miss my parents so they wouldn’t get all teary eyed on me, I closed the door quietly behind me.

Don’t get me wrong I love my parents and everything I just didn’t want to be confronted after yesterday. Plus if they cried on me, I would cry and end up staying home all day, so ya’ know.

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BBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rang the lunch bell echoing around the halls, through the doors signalling for us to go.

Packing my stuff away quick I sprinted to the canteen, getting first in line for the lunch queue. The lunch lady gave me a tiny amount of food, but was swift to put more on by the glare I gave her. I think she planned on saving some of my food she should have gave me straight away for herself. There is no ‘we’ in food.

Scoffing my food down, I pushed my plate to the side, yanking my notebook out of my bag.

“Better do it now so I have a plan of things to do before I pass,” I mumbled under my breath.

Holding my pencil in my unsteady hand I began to write.

             

                     Bucket List!

Don’t judge I’m dying and deserve to have a bucket list to try and finish before I die.

1. Have someone to mess around with all day e.g. eat chocolate, act like a 16 year old for once

2. Do something reckless

3. Go skydiving

4. Go to the place they did Harry Potter

5. Swim with dolphins

6. Go to Australia- see a sunrise

7. Tell my secret to someone

8. Meet O2L

9. Go to Hawaii – see a sunset

10. Fall in love

11. Go to Paris

12. Go to Disney Land

13. See Eiffel Tower

As quick as a flash the notebook was snatched from right under my fingertips.

Taking a look at the thief, I begin to panic. Fear and dread flooded my emotions like tsunamis submerge houses.

It was the most popular boy in school, the boy who tended to pick on me time to time for no apparent reason. The boy I’ve crushed on for all the wrong reasons since I first laid eyes on him.

Here he was in the flesh, Fredrick.

No, no I’m joking his name is Daniel. Daniel Bailey.

“Oh hey Kenzie, what you writing? Let’s see hmm interesting a bucket list,” He muttered before his face scrunched up in uncertainty. He glanced at me then faced the rest of the canteen.

Addressing everyone in the room he asked, “Excuse me if I’m wrong but I do believe that bucket lists are only wrote by people dying, right?” People nodded and shouted in agreement, “So why would you Kenzie be writing one?” He asked me. Confusion was clear on his face from the creases in his forehead to the scrunched up eyebrows.

Tears brimmed my eyes, but I kept them there instead of letting them free, at the moment, as I knew as soon as the words that I would share next will force these tears out. Taking a deep breath to steady my irregular breathing, I say the brave words they’ve all been waiting for,

“Everyone want to know why I’ve kept myself to myself these past few years, why I have a bucket list? One simple stupid reason. You wanna know?” I didn’t let people answer just engulfed another mouthful of air and continued, “Well the reason is that I’m dying okay, I’m dying,” and just as predicted the tears broke through my imaginary barrier and came tumbling down my face.

“Sorry,” I whispered before making a break for it, pushing and shoving past the frozen, stone-like people.

Once outside I headed towards a tree I normally sit behind, that covers me completely so no-one can see me, which I’m grateful for.

Sitting there for a good minute or so, arms round my legs, head in-between my knees, whilst I cried silently yet loud to my own ears. Tears follow the contours of my face, some fall off my face others drip in my mouth leaving that salty taste you get behind.

Something that felt oddly like arms enveloped me into a hug. Definitely arms, male as they have muscles and no boobs, but to whom they belong to remains a mystery.

Taking my chance to look up at the male, I look and through the blurriness caused by my tears I make out a face...