THE WESTBURY HIGH FILES

She was kind and never said a bad word, playing the music as she was told. It wasn't like her life impacted me, but it was enough to know that there wasn't going to be a pianist for Monday's ensemble rehearsal. I typed in Cystic Fibrosis. I knew I probably shouldn't, it would make me feel like shit. Useless, unhelpful, ungrateful Harry. I can't do much in the grand scheme of things. I curled my legs up closer to my chest and let the laptop fold a little. Clicking on the first link I didn't read anything. I stared at the screen, not the words, or the pictures; the dull glow. I exited the tab. 'Do you believe in ghosts?'

In Harry, Avery and Amelia's final year of high school, their study takes a turn when the unofficial school blog blows up.

A girl has died and her bucket list has been leaked, whoever completes it is the ultimate mourner. For Amelia, it's already strange having moved schools to be hurled into the gossip of a dead girl. Harry is determined to do well in the state schools jazz competition while Avery is confused by her feelings towards Amelia. So wrapped up in their own lives to stop and realise there's something off about the bucket list, how could it have been shared if the owner is dead?