Her Bucket List
Summary: "Fang... I'm sick. They only gave me one month to live... I'm dying." Max is battling cancer and tells her best friend, Fang that she has one month to live. This is the story of how Max's bucket list came to be. No wings.
So, guys, there's going to be a sequel, where Fang and Max actually do everything on Max's bucket list, this is just the story of, like the summary says, how her list came to be. And for those of you who aren't aware of what a bucket list is, it's a list that people make when they know they're dying. On the list there are things that the person wants to do before they die; before they "kick the bucket".
Prologue
Third Person POV
A young girl, no more than fifteen years of age, sat anxiously on the edge of a hospital bed, wearing a black zip-up hoodie with a large, green M on the back and dark skinny jeans; a refreshing look compared to her usual jonny coat. A dark blond wig sat in her lap, her hands gently folded on top of it. A black bandana clothed her bare head, and her nervous green eyes shone brightly beneath dark circles that engulfed the cavities of her eyes.
"So, doc... what's the damage? Since I'm now clad in my normal Max-styled clothes, I would assume I'm going home... but Dr. Clyde, I've known you for seven, going on eight years. Any time you pull me in here before I go home, you break the bad news to me. What is it this time? No dairy products for a month? Oooh, no citrus fruits?"
Max had expected Dr. Clyde to chuckle at her response; it was a game they played. However, the doctor's expression did not turn into a silly smile. In fact, it kept a rather gloomy look.
"Max... Oh, dear, dear Maximum..."
"Doc.. just tell me. Get it over with. I'm a big girl, I can take it." She got the hint. "I'm dying, aren't I? Clyde! Hello! Can you just tell me?"
"Okay, Max... We've done some tests... and sadly, we're only giving you one month to live."
Her jaw fell open and she slipped off the hospital bed in a daze. Max walked outside and saw her Mom's tan Pathfinder. She got into the passenger seat, said hello to her mother, sister Ella and brother Jeff. She turned to the window as the car started moving and watched the sign of the hospital fall into the distance.
Oncology- Cancer specialists: Dr. Patricia Smith, Dr. Samuel Richardson & Dr. Abraham Clyde.
She knew that was the last time she'd ever see that horrid reminder of what dwelled in her brain.
I hope you liked the prologue! Expect chapter 1 soon! I was going to make it so the Flock had wings, but I figured it would be too much of a play off of the expiration date. And I wanted to be original. Plus, my grandma's been switched from hospital to hospital since January because she had a heart surgery gone awry, and the last hospital she was at, she had to stay on the cancer floor. So cancer's been on my mind. It was either this or a songfic with Cancer by My Chemical Romance, which I might do after this story and the sequel. I hope it's all alright!
Zach: Jee, Abby, have some confidence!
Abby: Zach, it's called modesty. Most humans have it. Just not you. It was something you sadly weren't created with.
Zach: -gasp- You whor-oscope reader! You couldn't have just said born and make me feel like a normal person! Gosh, you have no heart.
Abby: Right, Zach.. Right. Whatever, I hope everyone enjoyed! Review, please!
Love and 25 Cent Bracelets,
Abby