Realising

I gave up trying on wiping my tears away. They are rolling fast down my cheeks while I cross the last item off. I look at the completed bucket list for a second too long. I rip it apart without thinking and throw it out the window. I watch it fly away. I should have never even started with such a stupid thing as a bucket list in the first place. Actually, I should phrase that differently. WE should never have even started with such a stupid thing as a bucket list.

I'm Becca and I used to hate bucket lists. I hated them like I hate my big toes. My toes that always burn holes in my brand-new sneakers. I stopped dreaming and fantasising about life when I went to High School. I sort of had to. I lived from day to day. I woke up, went to school, came back home, made homework and went to bed. That was basically my everyday routine. I was a good girl type I guess. I always asked too much from myself, always did better than I could and gave more than I had. I didn't get straight A's but I did pass every test. My life started to change in my junior year. The year I met him. The boy who let me dream again. The boy who showed me how to live a life.
This story is about a good boy who turns a good girl into a bad girl without even realising it.

*Expected: This summer!
*Can't wait that long? The prologue is already available.
*English isn't my native language, feel free to correct me if you notice a mistake :)