75 things to do before I die

Chapter 3

Shit shit shit shit!
Great job Abby! Real good job!

"Mom I gotta go." I mumbled, then hung up. I averted their eyes and I lifted my sandwich to my mouth, taking a slow bite.

"Abby?" Jamie whispered softly. I looked up and pursed my lips. "I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away. Is just-" before I could finish however, Marco held up a hand, silencing me. "It's fine Abby. We under stand. bueno?" Marco said softly. I shakily nodded. "I just didn't want you to change your view of me. I wanted to see if I could actually make friends. Not just a pity party." I explained. "We understand Abby." Marco stressed. I nodded again then put on a strained smile. They both sadly returned it.

Just as I was about to get back to my sandwich, I heard a sniffle. I looked up to see Jamie frantically wiping her eyes. "J?" Marco asked nervously, rubbing her shoulder. I put down my sandwich again and reached out a hand. "What's wrong?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

"I-it's just. You seem like such a nice girl! A-and I can't get over the f-fact that y-you are so c-c-calm about it!" Jamie sobbed. My gut twisted, I didn't want her to cry. I really didn't. Ahhhh what do I do? How do I comfort people?!

Something clicked, I opened my mouth, hesitated, then smiled sadly. "I just learned to accept it. You can't change fate, but you can learn to live with it. At first, I cried. a lot. But then one day I just told my self that tears won't fix anything. So..." I shrugged. "I just deal." I finished.

Jamie shakily nodded and slowly took control of her sobs. Sniffling and wiping the tears. "Gosh I'm such a cry baby." She blubbered. Marco and I chuckled.

Marco drummed his fingers against the table for a few moments, then looked up at me nervously.
Not the look I usually saw, the oh-this-girl-is-a-piece-of-china-look. The look that said that he was curious. I nodded once, letting him know to ask away.

"If I may ask, how long do you um...have?"

Ok I admit, I hated that question.
Literally Marco, you could have asked any other question besides the one about death!

Oh darn, I'm ruining the mood.

I shrugged and placed my hands face down on the table. "The doctors can't tell yet. It could be years, months, even weeks." I said. Marco nodded once while Jamie swallowed a sob.

Marco then turned to me, a light in his eye. "I have an idea. To make your um, time, be more eventful." He said. I tilted my head, and Jamie looked over also, curious. Marco, sensing our attention, continued. "What about a type of bucket list-"
"Oh come on Marco!" Jamie groaned.
"No I'm serious! We think of like, 25 things each, then put them all into one big list!" He explained.

Huh, that's actually not a bad idea, how come I never thought of that?

"That's actually pretty cool." I said with a shrug. Marco smile and Jamie glanced between us, then smiled mischievously. "So like, anything can be put in this list?" She asked, a glimmer in her eyes. I gulped, then laughed. Jamie looked so evil right now it was just so humorous. "I say that's a good idea. But nothing illegal, it can be part of school and just normal things of everyday stuff." Marco said. I smiled, a giddy feeling blooming in my stomach. "But under one condition." I said, holding up one finger. Once they looked over at me, I continued. "You guys will have to do it to."

That night, I sat in my desk chair by my computer, tapping a pen on the table. Thinking.
A blank Word document glared at me from the screen.

You shall not mock me. Mr laptop!

I leaned forward and hesitated.
I was dressed in my PJs, which consisted of lose sweat shorts and a tank top.

I slowly began to type a title,

75 things to do before I die

I then began to type my 25 things; I raked my memory for when I was a little girl. All the things I wanted to do when I grew up, all the people I wanted to meet, all the jobs I thought I would do.
I smiled fondly at the memories, then began to type.
Marco and Jamie had given me their numbers and Emails, they'd send me their 25 things in an Email, and gave me strict instructions not to look at them, just to copy and paste.

I typed until my clock read 12:00, then I slowly leaned back and looked at my work. I had imputed Jamie's and part of Marco's, he had yet to finish it.

This is crazy. This is absurd. This is insane. This will probably be illegal.

This will be awesome.