The Bucket List

I walk into the nearly empty diner and slide into my regular booth in the back, where it's nearly impossible to be seen if one doesn't want to.

It's late, almost 2 am, and I know exactly how the night's going to continue from this point on. Rosa, the very pregnant, bleary eyed waitress who works the night shift, will refill my cup of coffee every hour or so. In the next hour or two, the drunks will wander in, hollering in slurred tongues mixed with profanities, only to be shooed back outside minutes later. At around six, I'll head back to my apartment in hopes that my parents won't be awake to notice my absence, and then I'll try to squeeze in a little bit of sleep before my day begins. Just like every other night this week, and last week, and the weeks before.

I take a sip of coffee and open up my ap psychology textbook, just managing to get through the first page of the chapter when I hear the ringing chime of bells that hang above the diner's door.

Alright, here's the beginning of the story. This is my first story on Wattpad, so tell me what you think and if I should add more!