Carter's Bucket List

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DATE AND TIME WRITTEN: 11:45 a.m. on June 10, 2017
DATE RELEASED: Sunday, July 16 2017

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May 17th, 2:37 a.m.

I am currently being rushed to the hospital. The emergency room to be exact. The ambulance was called to my house a good 15 minutes ago.

Now, you must be wondering, who I am and why I am currently taking a trip to the E.R.?

Well, basically, I am a boy. A boy who just wanted and expected the best of everyone and the world.

I met this girl and she taught me how to live.

But, living a reckless life has its price and this is its price. Honestly, I couldn't have asked for any other way to die.

Yup, you heard that, die. Yes, I do understand that it can be something hard to talk about depending on who you're talking about it with.

When I first found out that I was dying here are some things that crossed my mind:

•What was my purpose here on Earth?
•Did I really live an exhilarating life?
•What am I going to do these few months left living?
•What about my kids and their "future"?
And then,
•Why me?

But, you haven't been caught up to all the fun and exciting events that have gotten me to the journey that I am on right now to the hospital.

So let us go back a few months back, the first day of sophomore year to be exact.

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August 3rd, 5:47 a.m.

I am currently in bed staring at my wall that is covered with stickers of stars.
Why haven't I taken these down? They look old and make me feel immature.

In reality, I knew exactly why. Whenever I would was down, I would look at the stars; I would tell myself that's how high I would get in society.

I rolled out of bed and fell on the cold wood floor. It hurt even more because I was shirtless and only had my underwear on.

Hey, what can I say? It gets hot at night too, you know?

My back was killing me from lifting weights last night at the gym. This whole summer, I stayed up late, working out to impress everyone at school and prove to them that I wasn't this scrawny loser that everyone once knew.

I'm coming back. Better than before. Muscles, good looks, no glasses. I will be the talk for this first whole week. I'm slowly climbing up the social status ladder with all the good looking and popular people.

I haven't talked to them since the start of seventh grade, when they decided to ditch me for other people. I didn't get my feelings hurt because I eventually found friends.

I walked over to my closet. I pulled out a new pair of jeans and a Thrasher T-shirt. I took them over to my bathroom down the hall from my room; I took a cold shower to wake up quicker. I reached over to grab a towel, tying it around my waist. It hung loosely around my hips, perfectly exposing my V-line. I forgot my underwear so, I went back to my room with my clothes in hand and walked into my room.