Isabel was waiting anxiously for the bell to ring. I looked over at her. Her eyes followed down to her hands which were tapping rapidly. And she kept looking back at the final seconds till summer. I watched too.
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Everyone got out of their seats. It wasn't like high school musical where everyone throws papers everywhere. Because let's face it, in reality if something like that happened, we would be the ones picking it up.
" This is going to be the summer of our lives!" She said squeezing my hand.
We were juniors. Which meant in September we would go back to school as seniors. Isabel had been waiting for this moment for a really long time. I on the other hand like spending time after school helping the teacher, with whatever.
Fact about me, I hate summer.
Why? Oh, because of the following reasons.
1) Summer is for sports, and the only sport I play is chess.
2) Summer is for shorts, which means I have to spend an extra long time in the shower just to get long, tan, band-aid covered legs.
3) Summer is for swimsuits. And I don't know about you, but I'm more curvy then swervy, so I just like to sit next to the pool.
4) Summer is for spending time with friends. The only friend I have is Isabel. And Isabel wants to do crazy things this summer, which kind of has me worried.
These are some of the reasons I don't think summer will be enjoyable.
But Isabel has different plans.
She has this thing. A list, is a little less vague. But she says we have to achieve all these things on the list. You would probably be saying ....
" Just say no!"
See my friend, if we are even that close, Isabel is all I have. Isabel has gotten some people to talk to me. Isabel will help me face my fears, which mostly involve my peers, this is why I can't say no to Isabel. It is like saying no to cake on a diet.
Really hard to do, and possibly life threatening.
Isabel actually let me have a peek on the list. She says there are 50 things, and we have to go in order.
And the first five are scary shit.
1) Get into a club.
2) play dirty games
3) Tee-pee Mr. Graham's house
4) Ride Metal Death
5) Sing karaoke at college frat party
You might not think any of this is bad.
But there are 45 more things to come. And she won't let me see anymore. And if you think getting into a club is easy, well could you give me some tips?
Because I am 17 year old girl who obsesses over reading and sweatshirts, hasn't been to party since elementary school, never kissed a guy, hates alcohol, and passes out if people smoke.
Oh, and I'm a complete and utter loser.
But you could've already guessed that.
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Bucket List// 5SOS
Fanfiction" You are a loser!" She said. Let me just tell you something. That one sentence led to a summer of tragedies, fantasies, and memories.
