Bucket List

Bucket List

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I walked into Sammi's hospital room, a piece of paper and a pen in my hands. I looked at my best friend lying on the bed. All her blonde, beautiful curly hair was gone and her once bright green eyes were now dull and lifeless. Her cheeks were hollow and she was deathly pale. You could see all her bones, from her lack of eating. I hated seeing her like this. I smiled at her, and sat in front of her. "I got the paper and pen. Why'd you need this anyways?" I asked confused. She slowly sat up and took the paper and pen. "Could you get me something to bare down on?" She asked nicely. I nodded and hoped up. I scanned the room and found a spiral notebook. I grabbed it and handed it to her. She set it on her legs and began scribbling down on the paper. I sat down in front of her, looking around the boring room. It could definitely use some colour to it. "Here." She said, snapping ne out of my thoughts. I turned my head and saw her holding the paper out to me. I grabbed it and looked at her messy, but readable handwriting. 'My Bucket List- 1. Escape this hell hole. 2. Go on a huge shopping spree. 3. Buy tons of candy. 4. Go on a plane. 5. Play the guitar. 6. Interview someone famous. 7. Get some paint and make hand prints on mine and your walls in our bedrooms. 8. Make a smoothie filled with candy. 9. Go backstage to a concert. 10. Meet One Direction. 11. Beat this cancer.' My eyes teared up. I wiped them away. I put the paper down and grabbed Sammi's small and frail hands. I looked at her tear filled eyes, with my own tear filled ones. "I promise, Sammi. I promise we'll do every fucking thing on this list. I don't care what it takes." I promised, nodding at her...
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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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