Seven Months

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The List

"They say life is a battlefield, I say bring it on." -Numb Usher

Kat's Things To Do Before I Die

1. Travel to London

2. Fly in First Class

3. Go on a date with a gentlemen

4. Whip my hair around like Willow Smith

5. Walk in heels

6. Dip dye my hair

7. Eat at Nandos

8. Go skydiving

9. Have my first kiss in the rain

10. Get a tattoo

11. Get a thousand views on YouTube

12. French braid my own hair

13. Be on a talk show

14. Go on shopping spree without a limit

15. Get vocal lessons from Cher Lloyd

16. Sing with Usher

17. Learn to dance

18. Pass away surrounded by people I love

With Max and Electra's help I wrote that down on a piece of paper once mom and I got home. Actually, the car ride was full of brain storming ideas for my bucket list. Mom says I might actually be able to do some of them. She didn't specify which, maybe she means only for the simple ones.

We had to drop off Max and Electra off at their houses. So the ride home after was quiet. Once home, I trudged through the house to my room. My rooms a simple mint color, with a bed pressed up in the corner, and simple desk next to my closet. Posters and pictures, wall stickers and funny quotes, littered the walls.

I flopped down face-first onto my bed and just screamed. It came out muffled and didn't produced the desired effect. So instead of laying there and smothering myself, I rolled over and sighed. I don't want to die. I'm to young to die. Like that song If I Die Young by The Band Perry. Except I don't think I'm going to be laid in a bed of roses or sunk in a river when I die.

"Party rockers in the house tonight

Everybody just have a good time" I picked up my iPhone on the second ring and answered it. It just so happened to be Max.

"Miss me already?" I teased.

"Ya, that's totally why I called. I couldn't stand being away from you!" Max said in an overly dramatic voice. I laughed at his words, before he continued. "How much do you love me?" He ask in a playful yet serious way. I sighed thoughtfully and put an index finger to my chin as if thinking, even though he can't see me.

"A lot." I summed up, but only after making him sigh dramatically. "Why?"

"Well, your mom and Electra are planning something and I thought I might let you in on it, since it's for you, and I know how you hate surprises." Max stated thoughtfully.

"Will you just get to the point?" I asked him through the phone.

"Oh, right!" He has a one track mind, I swear. "The point is your going to complete your list." And then the line went dead. Dramatic much?

But wait, he said I get to complete the list. And there are some pretty extravagant things on that list. How the heck is mom going to be able to afford this?

I walked out of my room and down the hallway to the kitchen where I found my mom making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. My favourite. Is it my birthday or something?