The Bucket List
- LECTURAS 108
- Votos 9
- Partes 4
MABLES BUCKET LIST
1- dye your hair
2- ride a motorcycle
3- see the northern lights
4- get a whole new style
5- learn French
6- jump of a cliff into the ocean
7-swim in a cave
8- confess to the person you love that you love them
9- camp at the ocean for a night
10- go to Mexico City for the day of the dead
11- play on the worlds highest tennis court in Dubai
12- meet a celebrity
13- visit an active volcano
14- go in-between a water fall and the rocks behind it
15- learn how to hula dance
16- set up a YouTube channel
17- go surfing
18 - ride a zip-line
19- become a model for the day
20- get a tattoo
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'' bye mum, bye dad'' I say with a smile and a wave.
'' bye sweetie'' the both of them say at the same time , mums eyes were starting to water so I walk over and hug her 1 last time, '' I will only be gone a little while'' I whisper in mums ear hopping to calm her down, '' yes I know , have a fun time at uni and tafe '' she sighs and wipes her eye with the back of her hand.
I walk out the door of my pristine white mansion and snort at what mum had said , if only she knew. I walk over to my white Audi R8 and I start to put my suitcase in the boot when I hear the door open.
'' OH MABLE'' mum yells out , '' what's wrong mum'' I say starting to panic , '' I forgot to tell you , Hudson Myers is going to pick you up and take you to university , he got into the same one as you! how exiting ? '' mum finally takes a breather as she finishes telling me the ' great ' news .... NOT
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