Something inevitable happens when everyone around you dies.
You realize how short life is.
So what do you do when you are equally scared of living and of dying? You compose a bucket list. And then lose said bucket list.
Well, that is what happene...
it's easy to get nervous I've been feeling it too yeah it's kinda crazy yeah it's kinda dumb never let the pressure overpower the fun
- kodaline -
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Mom is not home when I get home from school.
That is the first thing I noticed. The second is that there is no food in our kitchen. The third is that I am extremely hungry. And the forth, my bucket list is not in my school bag.
It's number four that caught my attention, as I was sitting at the kitchen counter planning dinner. But dinner is now the last thing on my mind. Now, all I can think about is the fact that I have taken out every book in my bag, looked through all of them and still can't locate the list.
I was so sure it was in my planner. Where else could it be?
Okay Soph, focus, where did you last see it?
As I was replaying the day to figure out where my list could possible be, my stomach made a noise representing a whale mating call, reminding me of number two and three on my list of things I noticed when I got home.
Deciding that I won't solve any mysteries with an empty stomach, I grabbed my keys and drove to the grocery store. Making a mental list of things we need, I started my journey through the aisles of food, taking the things that I need.
As I was reaching for the last item on my list, pasta, someone tapped on my shoulder.
"Can you please help me, I think I am lost?" questioned a voice I never thought would speak to me. And I unfortunately know that sarcastic tone from anywhere.
"What are you talking about? We are in a grocery store. How could you possibly be lost?" I asked, not even looking at him.
"Oh, you know, anything is possible. Maybe after you help me out, we can go to the fair and ride the Ferris wheel, or maybe go to a club and dance a bit. And then, after that, we can finish the day off with a lovely homemade loaf of bread."
When he said the last line, I finally turned and glared, with as much hatred as possible, at Noah Peters. Not because he was a sarcastic asshole, or because he was bothering me while I was busy getting my food. I glared at him because there is only one way he would be possible to put all those random thoughts into one sentence.
He read my bucket list.
All the items he just suggested were on that list, the same list I lost. The same list he most probably found.
Why do I feel like dying of embarrassment? That would explain his mocking tone, he knows about my cringe worthy bucket list.
I could see the smirk that he was trying to hide when I finally made eye contact with him. "What did you say?" Maybe it is just pure coincidence that he suggested those activities together. Maybe he doesn't have the list in the first place.
