The Bucket List

5th Grade

1279 days before

5th grade. Sigh. More specifically the first day. Me, John, and "Mom" went shopping for clothes and school supplies which by the way is the most boring thing I have ever done in a foster home. trust me. I would know. We both got the necessary things a 5th grader would need.

I looked online to do research about what 5th grade is like and I don't think i'm ready. I mean decimals? What are they even used for? And why do I need to learn about plants or the process of "living things". The answer to that is I don't. What would I even use that information for?

Whatever who cares about photosynthesis and stuff like that. I sighed and looked up at my new teacher Mr. Stevens. History/ Social Studies. One of my least favorite subjects. He was going over useless things as I started to day dream and doodle on my notes.

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I sat there staring at my blank page of "notes". I wasn't interested in History, only the doodles on my page. I coughed once which turned into two times, then three and so on. I don't even remember what everyone was talking about. I wasn't really there. My body was, but my mind had traveled elsewhere. Dave tapped my shoulder causing me to flinch slightly. I turned to my right looking at him as he handed me a note, I replied as this went on throughout the rest of class.

D: hey

K: hey?

D: what are you drawing? I looked down at my paper with the doodles. What was i drawing?

K: nothing really. Just doodles.

D: can I see? I bet I can make it better!

K: what? No, you'll just draw a penis on it.

D: dude, no I won't. I promise.

D: besides that's gay.

K: Dave. No.

D: Please? I'll buy you ice cream at lunch?

K: Lunch already passed.

D: Then i'll buy you ice cream at lunch tomorrow.

K: Not gonna be here tomorrow.

D: oh...yeah I forgot im sorry :((

K: I already told you not to be sorry about it, it's just a check-up ill be fine :))

D: Well, in that case i'll just stop by your house after and bring you ice cream

K: Dave, I meant that I don't want ice cream in general.

D: Apple juice?

K: no..

D: Doritos?

K:no...

D: How could you say no to apple juice and Doritos?

K: because you know I don't like them.

D: Oh yeah?

K: yeah

D: then why does Mrs. Egbert buy them all the time?

K: because if she doesn't, you complain.

D: oh...

The first bell rang signaling for the middle school to leave for their next class. Dave took the note and folded it, putting it in his back pocket. I grabbed my binder and waited for Dave.

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I sighed going to my locker, dave at my side since his own locker was next to mine. I replaced my history book for English and then replaced my binder for a notebook. I closed my locker waiting for Dave again, now only having two minutes before the middle school late bell rang and the high school bell rang.

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Dave and I had English together, which thankfully was the last class of the day. We sat at our table in the corner where John and a new girl, Vriska sat. Vriska was wearing a black v-neck with a chest pocket and a blue zip up jacket. Since she was sitting next to John, Dave and I were forced to sit next to each other.

English was my favorite subject because I love writing and supposedly we are starting a project on our first day. The project, as the teacher called it, was a writing journal. Every other day were supposed to create a story with a partner of our choice. My partner was Dave unsurprisingly as John and Vriska partnered. The teacher, Mr. English, ironic I know, had told us to come up with a story plot, for which me and Dave had no idea what to write about.

Eventually we came to an agreement to write about an assassin who falls in love with the person he's trying to kill. (A/N if you know what that's from then i love you) Dave was going to write the adventure and action parts and I was to write the romance part since i've read many books based on that topic. I overheard John and Vriska talking about pirates, so I assumed that's what they were writing about.Dave knew I loved writing, whether it was in my journal or creating my own universe. I love writing no matter what it was about. Except essays, I hate being told what to write about.

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When school ended dave came over and we played mario kart with John, then he went home and I decided to start working on my part of our writing project, but I couldn't think of anything. I didn't know how to start the story or what to write about and when I did figure out what to write I couldn't figure out how to write it. I wanted to write something, I was so frustrated. I scribbled clouds in my paper, which turned into bubbles and so on until my page was filled with doodles again. I closed me and dave's shared writing notebook deciding that it would be best to write tomorrow, which was saturday. I would have all day to write.

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Journal Entry #1- 

K. Vantas-

 August 27th

So "Mom" got me this notebook when she found she found out I was using my Math notebook to write everything down. I don't even know what to write about in this book. Do I write about my day? Ooh or my secret crushes that I happen to totally gush over when I pass them in the halls of school? Yeah, right. I'll write my thought I guess, or whatever comes to my mind at least. Maybe story ideas? Whatever.

Dave and I started this sorta dumb writing project for our English class and when I started to write my part I had no idea where to start. I have never had this problem before and now when i'm writing what my mind is thinking my hands spill words onto the empty pages of my journal. Maybe my words will come to me later. Who knows. What I do know is that i'm gonna turn off my light and go to sleep hoping for a good day tomorrow.

Signing off-

K. Vantas

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A/N uhm so yeah.. Its..ya know...a thing.....,.,,.,., UhM i'm sorry don't yell at me for not updating, i'm a bad author I know..... Am I even classified as an author? Who knows not me.

p.s i'm sorry

p.s.s no i'm serious stop laughing i'm sorry.