The Bucket List
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Ongoing2h 48m
Last published Fri, Feb 7, 2014
Hi my name is name is Media. I have a loving family, filled with my mom and dad. I am an only child, it gets kind of lonely since there is no one to talk to. But, I got used to it. I have friends, but my best friend is Carter. She is just my rock and stood by me no matter what. I wouldn’t consider myself pretty, but I am alright. I am short, about 5’3” and I am 18. I have hazel brown eyes. My parents are pretty rich, they own their own business so my dad is always out of countries while my mom works at home. Everyone thinks I am lucky and have the perfect life, since I get everything I want. But, I mean every family has their cracks, their imperfections. I have nothing close to a perfect life. Because I have cancer.
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