The bucket list
It was Clarke's final term as a senior. she was going to graduate soon and head off to college. Octavia, her best friend
(More like her sister really), was always talking of how she couldn't wait to be done with high school. Clarke was glad
She had Octavia in her life. She was a joy to be around. She was gorgeous, kind, funny, and also a wild child. Honestly
sometimes Clarke wondered why or how they even became friends cause they were so different. Clarke was quiet around people
who weren't her close friends, Octavia was always making a new friend. Clarke never went out, Octavia always did. Clarke
didn't know how to have fun, Octavia knew how to have way too much fun for her own good. They were different but they were
compatible. This was what was going on in Clarke's head in her chemistry class. She always always listened in class. But
the thought kept on bugging her. It had all started when she and Octavia had gone to get coffee at their favourite coffee
shop, arc cafe. They had ordered their coffees (a chai latte for Clarke and a Frappuccino for Octavia), and were settled in
at favourite booth when a guy walked up to them. He was good looking and had a very enthralling way about him. 'I call
dibs on this one' Octavia declared. 'no problem. I don't want him' was Clarkes reply. She really just wasn't interested in
boys at the moment. There were more important things taking up her time such as her school work and her part time job at a dog shelter. It wasn't like Clarke needed the money, no. she had lots of that. Actually her parents had lots of that. But she just loved animals and also wanted to work for some money that she could actually call her own.
''hi'' the boy said. His voice was very deep but also very appealing. ''my name's Lincoln. Mind if I sit for a minute." He was smiling down at Octavia and she was looking at him like he was some Greek god come to life. After some few awkward seconds Octavia answered, ''sure. Why not." Lincoln slid in next to Octavia. Octavia introduced Clarke and the "nice to meet you" was all he got from him for a while. Minutes later after he and Octavia had exchanged stories and laughed much too loudly for her liking, Lincoln looked to Clarke and asked, ''so what's your story." Clarke thought for a while and realized she had nothing interesting to tell him. She had listened to him and Octavia exchange stories about parties and boys and girls and fun times. But when Clarke tried to think of anything remotely similar to the stories she had heard, she found she had absolutely nothing at all to tell.
This thought remained with Clarke for the whole week. She needed to do something. She needed to have a story to tell about her life. She had to do something. And she did…she did something.