Bucket List// Luke Hemmings

Chapter 3

Alice was walking really fast and her grip was suffocating my wrist to death. There I saw them. My absolute worst nightmares ever. Peter and Toby. I gulped back. Peter looked at me, I did my best trying to look happy. But his sad blue eyes were piercing through me.
" Anna." Peter said holding his hand out. I took it.
" Good?" He asked.
"No. I have one month Peter." I said. He began to cry. And I swear nothing in the whole entire world hurt more than my friends, my parents, crying. Toby was there. He was holding a Teddy bear and one of those cheap ' get well soon' balloons.
" Toby, I don't want the fuckin whole school to know I have cancer." I said hugging him.
" Well I don't want you to fuckin die, but we can't always get what we want. Life is a bitch. " Toby was holding back tears.
" I'm sorry Toby." I say.
" Don't be Anna. This isn't your fault."

Maybe it wasn't my fault. I mean cancer, comes to random people. It chooses its victim to attack right? I can survive cancer right? My friends want me too, my parents want me too. But I don't want to. There is nothing for me here. My friends have given me enough pure happiness, and now I want it to be done.

This one month to be done. These 28 days to vanish. I want to vanish. The bell rang and so we said goodbye. And it was the longest goodbye I have ever experienced.
Once again, late for class. But I wasn't really marked tardy because a boy with a smart attitude came in after me. And I'm pretty sure that my teacher noticed the 6 foot tall boy with a lip piercing, rather than the 5 foot 8 inches girl with no ink and no piercings.
" Mr. Hemmings, I would highly suggest that you would come to class more prepared! You can't keep acting like some.. punk superstar!"
" My band is getting there! And do I criticize the way you fuckin teach! No! But I think I should because you are stupid. Please get your head out of your ass, it's not a hat!" He yelled.
" Mr. Hemmings." The teacher said with caution. Mr. Hemmings sat down. And the asshole had to sit down right next to me.
This was math class and today was on limits. Of course teachers now don't like to teach, so we got packets of work. And I was forced to work with Mr. Hemmings. He scribbled his name on the top of his paper. I took a quick glance at it. Luke was written across the top. Hemmings followed after it.
" Luke." He looked up at me.
" How do you know my name?" He asked. Obviously he wasn't thinking because he just plain wrote it out on his paper.

" Your paper. I looked at your paper."
I said, shaking for some odd reason.
" Oh, ok." He said clenching his fists.
" Are you ok?" I said, stupidly. I was already dying, I didn't need this guy to knock me out cold to speed up the process.
" No. Please stop. I want to do fuckin math." He looked over at my paper, at my name.
" Anna." He said. It slid off his tongue.
" Um.. ok what did you get for number 10?"
" The limit doesn't exist." He said.
For me there are tons of limits.
And 28 days was one of them.