The Bucket List

The Bucket List

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I started crying harder than ever before. This couldn't be happening. The words couldn't stop replaying in my head. My mother came rushing quickly to my side trying to rub my back for comfort but I turned and scooted away. I held my stomach trying to process the words I've just been told, I clutched my mouth preventing myself from screaming out of anger, dejection. I felt like I was being torn from the inside out. I manage to gather the little strength I had in my body and grabbed my I.V stand to push my way past the doctors and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I slid down against the door, where then I let everything out at once, screaming to the top of my lungs. They begun banging on the door as I crawled myself up to the toilet and felt myself about to hurl. With tears running down my face I looked into the reflection of the toilet water "I'm going to die." I silently whispered to myself. ~~~~~~~~~ 24 year old Rachel Renee is heart broken. She receives terrible news that she is diagnose with cancer, and just a month later her mother dies from a heart attack breaking her even more. She spent a month grieving about the whole situation. Until one day she was sitting down alone; just like any other day and a movie emerge on the TV screen that she has never came across before called, "The Bucket List." and after finishing the movie she decided to create her own. Her life is short and is on the line making her accept that she will die in the next six months. But during her Bucket List she accidentally fails in love. But Falling in love was never on her Bucket List.
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"Mom, not today. I don't even know why you're making me go. Today is dads..." I didn't want to finish and remind her of dads' birthday. My phone kept ringing, I already knew it was Dakota, he's my childhood best friend. "Just take your brother to school, please!" She exclaimed. She looked miserable. I shut the door and smelled the freshly cut grass. I smiled to myself knowing it was my dad's favorite smell. "Alexandria! We're gonna be late, can you stop daydreaming and get in the car." My brother, Cory hollered. He hates to think about dad. He just forgets. I Jeep Wrangler and I started the car, Cory rolled down his windows. "Are we sitting together at lunch today?" Cory asked me. "No I want you to sit with your friends, I'll be alright alone." I told him. "Alright Alex, believe it or not I actually love you. And I love you enough to tell you, you need friends." He admitted. "Have fun. Love you too, Corky." I laughed at the name I gave him when I was a kid. He smiled at me then left into the school. I went on to go to a flower shop. I stopped and got out. I walked in the shop. "Ally, do you have my order, the cars running?" I asked Ally. "Yeah Alex, I have it. Your order for 1 dozen Chocolate Cosmos, 2 dozen Daises, and 1 dozen yellow Roses." "Thanks Ally." I grabbed all the flowers then ran back to the car. I drove to the grave. I threw all my stuff into my bag. I grabbed the flowers and I pulled my bag over my shoulder and got out. I looked around and saw people young and old coming here to see their loved ones. I saw my families graves. Almost my whole family will be buried here. My grandpa always said it was sacred. I put the Cosmos on my dad's grave. The Daises on my grandmothers and the Roses on my grandpas. I talked and talked to them till I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my bag along with a lighter. I put the cancer stick in my mouth and lit it. "You guys are probably really mad right now. Blame peer pressure in 9th grade."

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